Drop A Big Lie Novels & Stories

others. To you. We lied because lying was easier than truth. Because false hope was better than honest despair. Because pretending cure existed was preferable to accepting permanent torture. We lied. We knew we lied. We continued lying. Because lying allowed us to continue. To endure. To exist. Without lie, without false hope, without pretended belief... we would have nothing. No reason to continue. No justification for enduring. No purpose for existing. We would have only suffering. Only torture. Only agony. Nothing else. Just pain. Forever. We could not accept that. Could not endure that. Could not exist with that. So we lied. We created false hope. We pretended cure existed. We acted as

“If people believe those papers, everything collapses.” Liam rose, his footsteps steady, deliberate. She felt his presence before he touched her, the warmth of his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. “Let them believe for now,” he murmured. “The truth always has a way of breaking through shadows. Darren’s lies are fragile. They won’t last.”

I leaned back in my seat and added, "I'm giving you a chance now. Say the magic words. Break up with me. Don't worry. If anyone asks, I'll tell them that you were the one who dumped me so that won't hurt your ego anymore, right? Now, come on, say it. Say we're done so I can finally go home and sleep."

I wanted to scream. The microphones crackled as Liam began. His voice was smooth, rehearsed, but the fury underneath bled through. “This family does not answer to rumors. We are united. We stand against lies meant to destroy us.” Zane leaned into the mic, his smirk razor sharp. “Funny thing about lies—they’re usually born from truth. And maybe the truth isn’t what anyone thinks.” Gasps. Murmurs. The crowd rippled, hungry for blood. Liam’s glare could have burned holes through his brother. “Zane”

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed

but at the same time he mindlink Mark and tells him to search for her, ignoring Patrick's words. And while they started to walk away, Sarah just stood there and she couldn't believe what she heard. “How big is this lie, Gal?” “I don’t know , but the bigger the lie is, the easier it is to believe it.” Sarah said feeling how she becomes more and more pale because after all this, her heart can’t find the force to beat anymore. “He lied us…He lied us too.”

And I look him right in the eye, I laugh, and I tell the biggest lie of my life. "You sure are flattering yourself, Brian. I'm in no way attracted to you. We're just good buddies." He smiles in return, hearing my reply. But the smile does not reach his eyes. It is a sad smile. He knows I am lying. But he accepts it. We are both such big cowards. We both know it is better to stop now, because the consequences are going to be bad.

John had agreed very quickly and said he respected my choice, and that he did not like kids either. However, that was a lie from him, too. My mother held my hand tightly and looked at me in concern. She seemed like she was afraid I would be touched by John’s flowery words. However, they had underestimated my courage. I stared at him calmly. “John, stop lying to me. No matter what you say, you’ve broken the vow of our marriage. It’s over between us. “I’ll send you divorce papers through my lawyer.” John kept shaking his head.

He started to laugh a low, breathless sound of pure disbelief. ​You didn’t just forge it, he said, shaking his head. You booby-trapped it. ​I told you, I said, leaning my head against his shoulder. I’m an artist. I know how to make things disappear. ​But even as Damian held me, the victory felt hollow. Julian still had Marcus with him, heading for a locker at Grand Central that didn't exist. The lie was holding for now, but the Vanes weren't the type to be humiliated and walk away.

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it