Don T Lie To Me Novels & Stories

It always caught me off guard. “Do you ever lie?” I asked. He paused, then looked at me. “Not to you.” That shouldn't have meant so much. But it did. God help me, it did. I sat down on the bed, the mattress groaning under my weight. “You said back there… that you’d tell me who you are. When we weren’t running.” He nodded, slowly. “I did.” Silence stretched, heavy and expectant. He took a seat across from me, not too close. Not touching. Just… there. That same quiet patience he always wore like armor.

Mom frowned with displeasure, still refusing to believe me. "Why must you torment Charlene like this? She already has trauma from these things. And how could there possibly be another mastermind behind this case? That's absolutely impossible." She was so sure and firm in her belief—anchored in the past life's narrative—that she wouldn't even give me a chance to explain. But this time, I refuse to back down. I swore to Ms. Madden. "Ms. Madden, please believe me. If I'm lying, then let me die a miserable death and forever rot in hell."

“If you don’t take me now, I’m going to strangle you.” “Three days or four?” he asked again. “Four!” she shouted, feeling the bed sink as he climbed up between her legs. “You tried to lie in order to find your own satisfaction. You know I don’t like liars.” “Tough shit,” she snapped. “Shall I punish you for lying to me?” he asked in a tone barely above a whisper. “Yes,” she growled.

Elysia Alice smiled at him. Assistant Adonis pretended to be miserable: "Today is my last day here, Miss Elysia Alice. Am I not sad at all? Oh, I'm so sad oh oh ..." She laughed at his childish appearance, stood up, and held his hand happily saying: "Little sister dare not forget. The company also prepared a farewell party with you today. As for me, of course, I have a gift." Then she excitedly pulled out a gift box from her bag. Elysia Alice turned around and pretended to be nauseated: "If you continue to be cheesy, I will ask for it back. I'll be there tonight, do you have any other instructions?"

I noticed it immediately — the slight furrow in his brow, the way his thumb stopped stroking my hand. “What is it?” I asked gently, squeezing his hands. “You can talk to me.” He hesitated, then said, “There is something I want to tell you, but promise you won’t overreact.” “Hmm, I promise." I nodded, though a flicker of nervousness stirred in my stomach. Viktor gulped heavily, his eyes searching mine. “I lied to you, Scarlett.” I blinked once, waiting. “Tell me… what is it about?” I asked carefully.

I reminded her. "Dante....look at me. Why do I feel like you are hiding something from me and everything you said about going home and spending time with me and our son seems to be a lie? What are you hiding?" she asked, locking her eyes with mine. No, I can't give in " Don't think about lying to me or else you are going to lose me once and for all. This is the last time I am giving you a chance in my life only on one condition that you won't keep secrets from me or lie to me."

“Never lie to me? Didn’t you just do that? You lied to me about you and Bryan being over. Tell me, Serene, is that the only lie you made? Or were you also lying when you said that you loved me?” “Justin, I never lied to you about anything. I had always been honest with you. I love you --” “Shut up! Aren’t you repulsed? You love me? That’s the biggest bull I’ve heard in my life.” “Justin, please don’t say that. I love you. I love you so much. That was never a lie. Please, Justin, believe me. I never lied to you…” “Get out, Serene. I don’t want to see you again. I hope you’re no longer here when I come back from my meeting.”

Just studied me like I was something he was deciding whether to keep or consume. “Don’t.” I blinked. “Don’t what?” “Lie.” That was it. One word. But it hit harder than any scream. I licked my lips, suddenly too aware of the way his eyes followed the motion. I tried to look away, but my body wouldn’t move. My lips parted. My breath caught. “I wasn’t lying,” I said again, quieter this time. He didn’t believe me. I could see it in his eyes.

“Don’t even try to avoid it or lie again this time.” “Sierra,” I try to explain. I don’t want her getting worked up. I need her to calmly listen to me. “I didn’t—” “Stop,” she held out a finger to stop my words from coming out. “Before you say anything else—lie about anything else— you should know I’m not a fool. I’m not dumb and I’ve had more than enough from both of you. I do not appreciate you two lying in my face so this is your last chance. Answer me truthfully or I promise I would never ask you again.”

She begged for my compliance. I nodded with a tough smile. "Come on mum. I'll try." I chuckled teasing. "Remember, you can't lie." She tapped my shoulder gently. "I can't lie." I assured her.