Everybody Lies Novels & Stories

They both stare at me and seem to be waiting for what I say, “I lie to you guys, I don't have my business, I'm living a messy life here in New York, I lied” They look into each other eyes and said, “We know,” “What?”

Some cheerful woman was explaining how to bake an apple pie. The smell of hospital disinfectant mixed strangely with the image of cinnamon and apples on the screen. Mom smiled when she saw me. Then her smile faded. "Sophia?" I froze. "What happened to your eyes?" I quickly looked away. "Oh, nothing." Her eyebrows lifted. Nothing. Right. The oldest lie in existence. "It was probably an allergic reaction," I said. "There was a lot of dust near the subway entrance." The lie came easily. Too easily. Lately, it felt like all I did was lie. To my mother. To my coworkers. To myself.

We always change garments like a chameleon, Whether we are yellow or blue, Pink or purple like a rainbow, Whether we are dark or white like a sky, Nobody can say. This world is sick and every day is a little more. Crazy people are always lying, but it's to hallucinate. Although they think they are always telling everyone the truth While normal people lie and lie a lot without stopping And now that I think about it, this world is subnormal. Well, the normal thing is the lie and it is rare, to tell the truth

They were shared in two groups, all males were in one group while the females were in the other group, everyone is to say, three truths about themselves and one lie that the other group will have to guess out of the four words. Barbara seems to be more tense, she keeps thinking of what to say. The game began, and Gordon was the first to stand in the middle of the group. "I am handsome, wealthy; cruel and I hate revenge." All the females try to figure out, the lie. 'The lie is, you hate revenge because you are kind and not cruel." Barbara comment. "I don't think, he had just one lie, it's two..." Everyone turned to Sally, whose eyes were focused on Gordon.

“For those who don’t know, you tell us three statements about yourself—two of them true, one a lie—and we have to guess which one is the lie.” “I’ll start,” Zyra volunteered. “Okay, here are my three statements: One, I can play the piano. Two, I see the future. Three, I’m allergic to strawberries.” The pack members looked at her, trying to guess. “I think the lie is you seeing the future,” Kieran said. “No way, it’s the piano,” Elara countered. Zyra smiled. “Actually, the lie is that I’m allergic to strawberries. I love them.” “Wow, I didn’t know you could play the piano,” Seraphina said, impressed.

It tasted of absolutely nothing except mayonnaise. I sat staring out at the darkness rushing past the window while random thoughts kept nudging at the edges of my exhaustion. Missing pieces. New pieces. No pieces at all. There were lies so small they hardly mattered, the sort you could choose to believe or ignore without consequence. Then there were lies that looked harmless on the surface but carried enormous ramifications underneath. And sometimes deception wasn’t about what somebody said—it was about what they deliberately left unsaid. Jock’s lies always hovered dangerously close to the truth.

Lydia answered. “Are you trying to say I am lying?” Talia asked through gritted teeth and I just rolled my eyes. “That was exactly what you did. You lied. Why am I even surprised? Poor people are good at telling lies. You tell lies for a living. You can do better please,” I said as I rolled my eyes.

How could someone be this handsome every single morning? “How are you this morning? Any pain?” Instead of saying no, I answered, “A lot.” I lied on purpose. And I hated lying. Let the record show: even lawyers who hate lies exist. “Hmm, you were doing fine yesterday. I was hoping you’d feel better today so we could go out and eat.” “I was feeling okay yesterday, but the pain got worse today.” “Let’s get it checked. I wonder why it suddenly got worse.” “Well… I made a sudden movement before I fell asleep. That’s when the pain started. But it’ll pass once I take some medicine. I already have an appointment next week.” These lies could pave a road to New York—whatever, Amber…

She intends to write a resignation letter tomorrow. "Is there even a job like that? Work anytime you want?" Leonora wondered. "Yes! There is one. This job of mine... Ahmp, it's just like working as an assistant." Lying is like a virus; it spreads extremely quickly. Carnation's lie grew larger and larger as she sought to conceal the truth. "Does such a thing exist?" "There already is." Carnation stood up for the lie, she even smiled to persuade her stepmother.

Adrian replied, his tone laced with concern. I staggered backwards, Jennifer supporting me and preventing me from falling to the ground. "He's right, Nick. You don't have to watch all those lies," Jennifer agreed. "Does it matter?" I muttered. "What do you mean by that?" Jennifer asked. "The only ones who know that those are lies," I said, pointing to the TV, "are the people in this mansion. Every single person out there believes the media!" "It doesn't matter what they think," Adrian interrupted.