Everybody Lies Novels & Stories

The old doctor continued telling it all as he scans the medical documents of Tanashiri. "I see. When it comes to money and power, everybody lies." A young intern said. "In all aspects of life, we all lie and deceive each other. We only do it by different severities. And what makes it worse is we all lie in the eyes of God, we lie to ourselves, and we lie to people around us. It is taken into account when someone is hurt, but if no one knows about it, we can all feign innocence. Don't you think I also do not lie to you all? Any one of you can steal my power in this hospital someday."

With that, I switched off my phone and fell asleep, oblivious to the chaos unfolding in the comments. [What's going on, Jilian? Going through a phase?] [Wait… Are you getting divorced?] That comment received a reply that said, [Shut up. Give her some space.] In a group chat with Harvey's friends, someone wrote what no one dared say aloud. [I told you Harvey went out of line by turning a whole celebration into a funeral. Whatever happened, he should've waited until after the event. Jilian looked completely broken that day.] Someone stepped in and spoke up on Harvey's behalf. [Come on, a life was lost. We'd all pause for a stranger, let alone a first love. Everyone has a crush they never actua

The entirety of South City had witnessed our love. On our wedding day, he swore on God, "Lia, I'll never betray you, and I'll never hurt you." And yet, in the end, he did both. Suddenly, I felt so, so tired… I lay on the floor the whole night, my mind never stopped resting. When morning came, I made my decision. I called my father, Midas Medina. "Dad, Medina Group is expanding its business in Lumiere City lately, right? I want to go there for a while, to learn and see how things work."

People like him , who were monsters behind closed doors, always wanted to pretend to be saints in front of people. He cleared his throat and tried to look composed, "Last night at the party someone attacked me when I was looking for restroom". George said trying to dismiss this converstaion clearly lying about him trying to find restroom. It was fascinating to Sia how people like George could lie looking directly in someone's eyes, but she can't say much about it as she was not any better than those people. Everyone looked quite shocked after hearing that someone attacked George. Louis didn't want to look up and see George as he knew, he won't be able to control himself. So, he was playing w

I keep on silent for a while, I sighed and speak up. " He died because everything in this world is a lie. This world lied and everyone in it is a lier. " I explained. My words really gives me an unidentified emotion. I'm mad! Really mad! " You know, Alexia. People just lie to protect themselves against pain. Lying is always a form of control. Some people are pathological liars, having learned that they get a rush from manipulating others with lies. But most people lie when they are afraid of the consequences of telling the truth. "

“Jake exhibits a habit. Talking too much is his method of grabbing attention. He posts, keeps describing, keeps trying to appear innocent. And when someone works too hard to appear innocent, people will begin to see something is wrong” Nia frowned. “You think people will find it out on their own”? Yes. Selena still seemed unconvinced. “What if they don’t”? "They will," I said resolutely. "Because sustaining a lie is tough. He will eventually find himself at odds. Someone will find something out of alignment. Once one person highlights it, others will begin to search more intently”. She looked down at her hands once more after a long, searching look at me. “I hate this sensation... everyone w

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.”

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.