Everybody Lies Novels & Stories

he protested. Jasmine walked behind him, "I'm just saying, almost everyone is born with traits to deceive others, in small ways and sometimes in ways that can be devastating", she pointed out, "People lie, there's no such thing as a man who speaks only the truth", she said as Zee cleared their throat, she laughed, "Man, woman, non-binary, whatever, no one speaks the truth absolutely. Heck, I know nuns and priests that have lied", she corrected and continued, "If you're saying you would rather choose not to con people, that makes you the biggest confounding conman there is", she stated simply. Bell hummed, "That kind of makes sense", she said agreeably.

The city slipped by outside dark storefronts, empty streets, the glow of distant traffic lights. “You know,” I said finally, my voice low, “our whole lives have been built on lies. My mother lied to protect me. Your father lies to control everyone. Rebecca lied to herself. And me I’ve been lying to myself since the day I met you.” Alex turned his head toward me, eyes glassy with pain. “How?” “Because I wanted to believe we could be normal. That love could fix everything. But nothing about this is normal.”

“One, I love video games. Two, I once pushed a stranger in a pool. Three, I love pickles. Which one’s the lie?’ he said and we started guessing. “You love pickles is the lie,” I spoke first. “I agree with Muff,” Michane followed and next was Krys who also agreed. “Bro, we know you. You could easily push somebody off even on a cliff.” We all laughed at what Levine said. “Okay, I’m next. One, I know how to dance. Two, I have three siblings. Three, I forget a lot about birthdays,” Krysyle said, making our brows furrow. “There’s literally no lie there, Krysyle Verlice,” I answered. “There is!” she exclaimed. “I’m guessing she knows how to dance is a lie,” Clint answered, making me do a facepalm.

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If you are willing, to tell the truth, or you are thinking about doing so, you will find out that then all-(almost all) of your reality is funded by lies and it is better to give up than confess. That's exactly what I did. Someone else made my choice. Even if it was different, it would have happened somehow. You'll be amazed by how the parts you thought was true are not so anymore. It's really fun, lying. Think of it as a drug, the more you use it, the harder it gets to stop. You might even get to a point where you can't exist without it. I know because I couldn’t. … This can't be happening. Can it? My mother, she never cries.

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?"

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."