Everybody Lies Novels & Stories

Children seemed like too much trouble for not enough payoff. "May I ask you something?" "Go ahead, but in the interest of total candor, I lie," I confessed. "You literally told me that lies are your breaking point." Klaus gaped. "Hey, I never said I wasn't a hypocrite," I said matter-of-factly. "Lying is an instinctual response from being a customer service rep to über-sensitive clients." I was too used to telling unpretty women that they were pretty, untalented heiresses that they were talented, and unlovable brats that love was just around the corner.

All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie. When Noah graduated college, I cried harder than I had in years. He got a job in New York big lights, big stage, big world. I packed his bags and kissed his forehead. “Call me every Sunday,” I said, fighting tears. He hugged me so tightly that I almost broke and told him everything. But I didn’t. Months passed. Then one Sunday, his voice sounded different. “Mom… I met someone. Well, not like that. A man. Older. He hired me. We talk a lot.”

His breath fanned my face, and I was suddenly breathing heavily. "Sir, I swear to God..." "Alex, I am giving you one last chance." He said through what I hoped was clenched teeth. " It won't be funny when I find out more of your lies. So tell me now, This is your last chance. What else are you lying about?" His grip on my cloth tightened,and I was nearly choking. I kept quiet for a few seconds, as if to weigh my options. ",Sir, I swear to you that I'm not lying about anything--"

I leaned into him, my arms around his waist, as I shouted over the wind, "There are two types of people I can't stand in this world: rich people and liars!" Suddenly, Lance slammed on the brakes, and I crashed into his back.

The pain of every bone in my body shattering was something I would never forget. No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't understand. I was clearly the heiress. The DNA test was flawless. So why was I still called a fraud? I tried to find an excuse to deny it. But Yvette didn't press me further. Instead, she said gently, "I understand you might feel resentful that Mr. and Mrs. Cox only came to find you now, but they only just discovered the truth themselves."

Sometimes, late at night, I still think about that size-S blouse. It was like Pandora's box—once opened, it revealed every ugly, filthy truth buried in my marriage. But I don't regret it. Some truths, no matter how ugly and filthy, are cleaner than living inside a beautifully woven lie.

JANICE Lying was an art form everyone must learn at a certain point in their life if they wanted to survive in this cursed world. “Everyone lies, Miss Kane,” Tam had said just this morning. He remained at the other end of the room, eyes stubbornly fixed on the books in front of him. “Everyone will lie to you whenever they feel like or just because they can. You’d be nothing but a fool if you choose to believe every Tom, Dick and Harry that comes your way.”

Julian suggests, holding his glass out. “No more lies,” Nikita adds with a shrug. “I agree wholeheartedly, no more lies.” Layla moves her glass forward and they all look at me. I exhale slowly and nod, cocking a brow before I clink my glass with theirs. “No more lies!” they say in unison before we all drink. But the truth is, for the ones I love, I’ll continue to lie till the very end. THE END

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