Everybody Lies Novels & Stories

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.”

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

These are the unbelievable, untruthful verities popularized by some of the fiction writers by introducing unreal events, human beings, and unusual, odd lifestyles through their works they had normalized such concepts. Reality is different. Far different from what's being told in such stories. I tried to give reasons to myself. 'No, I don't have any powers.' I said inwardly. Assuring myself that it's all a lie. "But…!" A doubt rose its head inside my chest causing a slight yet sweet aching. I closed my eyes, gradually tending to shut everything disturbing my mind. "Why the heck is he getting all the attention of these girls? … I'll lure him into the trap of my sweet lies and will take the sec

"If you ever try to protect me by hiding the truth again—I’ll cut you out. Completely." He gave a solemn nod. "Understood." Later that night, Natalie sat in Lily’s room, reading a bedtime story. Her daughter nestled close, half-asleep, the calm in Natalie’s otherwise stormy world. "Mommy," Lily mumbled. "Why do people lie?" Natalie paused. "Because they’re scared. Or selfish. Or sometimes, they think it’s the only way to protect someone." Lily blinked up at her. "But you don’t lie."

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

Why is everyone lying to me? My mother lied to me most of the time under the pretence of keeping me safe. She thought she was deceiving me but never knew her daughter knew that she was lying. Even if I never knew the truth, I knew she wasn't telling it. And until the day she died, she lied to me. Everyone is always lying. Everyone is always putting themselves first before me. All I lived for was to protect them. I didn't want a mate so I could stay alive but now, it was to protect them.

“They don’t normally lie. No matter how much trouble they get into.” “Me … I would spin a narrative so fast your brain would pop. Not them.” “Seriously? They never lie?” I ask, post-inhale, still trying to get oxygen back into my system. That’s unnatural. Doesn’t everyone lie? It’s human nature. “Nah,” Mel says with a pop of her lips. “They hate lies. Like it gives them hives. Or flashbacks. Or tummy aches.” Her face turns flat as a pancake on a cold plate. “Honestly, it’s like they’re afraid of it.”

He remarked this when he met her angry expression. "Do you realize how many people would be looking for you if they knew you existed?" Do you realize how much trouble you'll cause? For almost acentury, there has been no Fate in ouruniverse. King Shaw would be willing to burnhalf his kingdom just to have his hands on you." Lisa shook her head and averted her gaze. Marke was enraged. They were all enraged. It couldn't possibly be real. "Why is it that everyone craves a Fate so much?"

Everyone does it. Well, not me, so much. I had a tendency to go the other way. Brutal honesty. Needlessly so. Strangely enough, my approach usually left people upset. Whereas a pleasant lie gave them a lovely, fuzzy feeling. That’s the thing about a lie, as long as you believe it, you feel great. You think you’re going to get whatever you were promised, and the anticipation is better than a warm blow job on a cold day. You enjoy your work, whistling and humming, happy to be alive. Everything feels better because you got the deal you wanted. A deal almost too good to be true.