Everybody Lies Mga Nobela at Kwento

He lied straight into my eyes. How can he do that? Why do people lie so easily? Matthew seemed to be completely oblivious that I had an idea about Natasha. If there is one thing I dislike about people, it is when they lie, fake their worries, feelings, and everything else. It is not too difficult to be genuine. It doesn't even cost a dime. "Why do you have to lie?" I faintly asked. Guilty as he is. Matthew solidified like water placed overnight in a refrigerator. He didn't move. He became a breathing statue. His expression was funny, but it failed to entertain me.

He would beat the life out of me. "Hey, Temp. What are you doing?" She asks. I slightly smile at her happy voice. Although I'm not happy, I know she is. "Just woke up from a nap." I lie. It seems like I've told a billion lies from living this life. Lying consumes me. It's my identity. She couldn't know the truth. "Lazy ass." She jokes. "Anyways, would you come over?" I take a minute before responding. She should know my answer. I haven't been over in

Karen stood behind her, their eyes meeting in the glass, a private ritual of undressing that went beyond everything. “I am tired of the chase, Karen,” Lara confessed, letting her bra fall to the floor. “The relentless pressure to prove loyalty to a system designed to discard us. The phantom heat of Rahul’s touch… it was always a lie. It was always a transaction. But this..." she gestured between their reflected images, stripped bare of their corporate personas. “This is clarity. This is the absolute truth.”

He lounged on the sofa, with Macie Rogers snuggled against him, and shouted, "Come on, take it off! Or I'll cut off your mom's treatment right now." The thought of my mom, sick in the hospital, made my hands tremble as I started to unbutton my shirt, exposing a part of my chest. The crowd's eyes were glued to me, some even whistling mockingly. Suddenly, a warm jacket landed on my shoulders, enveloping me. Adrian's eyes blazed with fury as he stared at me down. "Liliana, you've got guts!" Tears filled my eyes as I met his gaze. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

Years ago, back when Ramon Lexus was still a nobody clawing his way toward becoming somebody, he had told a single foolish lie to a single journalist. He had claimed he was born on a national holiday, simply because he thought it made him sound like a man marked out by destiny. And how that one little lie had grown. It had crawled onto his Wikipedia page, wormed its way into every interview he gave for the next two decades, and hardened into public record so completely that there was no undoing it now. And was there anything in this world quite so absurd as a self-made man held prisoner by a lie he had told once just to sound important?

Dying, you take the truth with you after all these years. I hate the sound of the words, and still stare at Emily. She is trembling, still has hope. My brave little girl. Then it happens. A flicker. A glitch. Lorenzo frowns. “What—” The screen goes black. then suddenly it explodes into color. Data scroll lines become quicker and quicker. The files that are coded come to pass, one after another. “What is this?” he snaps. I smile through my tears. The reality is not being killed to-night, Lorenzo.

I fell on purpose. "She knew about your disloyalty. And when you slapped her, that shattered whatever was left between you." Zoey burst into hysterical laughter, but Julian's face turned grim. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the throat. "How dare you—do you have a death wish?" Zoey's face turned red, but she looked up at him with adoring eyes. “Because I love you, Julian… You lied to me. If I have to suffer, I’ll make sure you do too."

She dismissed the teacher with a wave and regarded me in disdain. “Look at how pathetic you are. You’re so pitiful.” She crossed her arms and leveled me with a provocative look. “So?” “Stop pretending to be all high-and-mighty, you piece of trash. I’ll tell you the truth. You could have been walking already, but because I said that I wanted to become the principal dancer, Elwood bribed the doctor to use the wrong medicine on you, which is why your legs are completely gone. You won’t be able to stand up again.

Cold sweat broke out on my back as my mind spun in chaos, struggling to piece together the truth from the fragments of their conversation. Sam Bennett’s and Paxton Gibson’s so-called love for me had never been real. Everything had been for one purpose, and that was to give Georgina Summers a healthy heart. All this time, I thought I had finally found happiness, but in reality, Paxton had another woman in mind. “Leah?” Paxton had finished his call and was now standing at the door, looking at me in surprise. “What are you doing here?” Snapping out of my daze, I quickly pointed to the plate in my hands, forcing a smile. “I… I brought you some fruits.”

His voice remains calm. Controlled. That somehow makes it worse. I stare out the glass windows of my office. The city stretches endlessly below. Busy. Loud. Alive. Meanwhile my heart suddenly feels too loud inside my chest. “You left,” I say quietly. Another pause. Then— “I did.” No excuses. No lies. No attempt to deny it. And somehow that annoys me even more. “You don’t get points for honesty now.” “I know that too.” God. Why does he sound like this?