Novel & Cerita Everybody Lies

I ran my hand along the wall, the dresser, the bedpost, just to make sure it was all real. When everyone went to bed, Emily stayed behind with me in the living room. We sat in silence for a while, just listening to the ticking clock. “You know,” she said quietly, “you’re stronger than you think.” I smiled faintly. “Maybe. Or maybe I just got tired of being broken.” She looked at me, her eyes warm. “Either way, you made it.” Deep down, something still lingered. A faint unease I couldn’t name, it felt like I was living a lie and I'd still go back to that hole. The deep scar in my chest throbbed, I held my chest tightly.

When I joined the company, Marcus never publicly announced our relationship, claiming he was afraid people would call it a family business and criticize the company. But while others might not know, how could Ben not know? He was clearly lying through his teeth. Before I could defend myself, several cameras were pointed at my face. "Don't worry, Lucia. I hate homewreckers the most. We'll help expose her! How shameless!" I looked at Marcus in disbelief. He struggled to speak for a while, but ultimately only said, “Let's talk about this later." I shook my head in disappointment, "Marcus, you're such a loser!"

“You’re nothing without me. You want fame? Earn it. If you leak this, I’ll bury you. Heat surges up my throat as I scroll faster, my pulse a frantic drumbeat. Lies coil through the messages like barbed wire.exploitation masquerades as tenderness.every screenshot feels like lifting another board from a rotting floor the stench worsening the deeper i go. across from me Miles watches— shoulders rigid coffee untouched and cooling beside his hand.“They both used people,” he murmurs, voice flat as worn paper. “But Dylan… he liked it.Ella just figured out how to breathe in the wreckage.” i dont notice the tremor in my hands until the phone clatters softly onto the table.my reflection stares back fr

“Then why does it look like you? Why does it sound like you?” “Because someone wants me destroyed,” Montez bit out, his voice low and feral. “And they’ve mastered the art of lies.” “It’s as if they’re all popping out of thin air.” She swallowed hard. “The exposé… the testimonies…” He scoffed, his lip curling. “Fabrications. Paid mouths and forged documents. They think they can bury me with rumors.” She clutched her phone tighter, the screen still showing headlines. MONSTER IN A SUIT: WOMEN SPEAK OUT.

Because you hate liars, right? [And that man… isn’t telling you everything.]

Or doesn't he know this man? Is everything I thought I knew about myself a lie?

“We have someone that will be able to tell if you are lying.” “I don’t understand.” “If you are telling the truth, you have nothing to worry about.”

Lies. All of these had to be lies.

"Come on. We'll start with the basics." We sat down and Nico pulled out his phone, started showing me videos of people talking. Politicians, business people, random interviews. He'd pause them and point out tiny details I'd never noticed before. The way someone's eyes moved when they were lying. How their hands fidgeted or went still. The micro-expressions that flashed across their face for just a fraction of a second before they got themselves under control. "Everyone lies," Nico said. "Especially in this life. You can't trust what people say because words are easy to manipulate. But bodies don't lie as well. You learn to watch for the tells and suddenly you can see through most of the bull

Nothing but a liar wearing someone else’s life. The realization hit her so hard that she almost broke down. “No,” she muttered. “Impossible. My dad is the billionaire. My dad is.” The others finally realized they had been played for fools. There had never been any powerful father. There had never been any secret admissions deal. There had never been one phone call that could save them. They had missed their deadlines, and now they had no one to blame but themselves. “Lisa, you lied to me,” Ethan said, glaring at her with raw hatred.