Everyone Here Is Lying Novels & Stories

I've been a liar for as long as anyone can remember. When I was seven, I told Mom that Jared smashed our piggy bank. She searched me instead and found the missing coins in my pocket. When I was 12, I insisted I didn't steal my classmate's notebook. Then it was found inside my backpack. When I was 18, I accused my stepfather of assaulting me. He produced photos proving he was out of state that night. By then, everyone knows exactly what I am. A compulsive liar. A daughter who will say anything. At 22, I sit in front of a camera with my psychiatric evaluation in my hands and start a livestream. "For the next three days, I'm going to show you what it's like to spend 22 years being calle

Expressing her excitement about Friday. All lies, of course. But that was fine. I’d been lying too. Two liars circling each other. But I held all the cards. I always win in the end. Always.

Everybody just dey collect. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: The thing about truth is that people don't want to hear it. I feel sorry for her sha.😏 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐮@𝟐𝟐: Hunt down kini? As per hunter ni?🙄

"Every single one of them confirmed that what I said is true. You're fake, Mia. Just like your face..." "What if I told you that not only are these people wrong, but you are too?" The smile on my face faltered. A strange chill crawled down my spine. "W... what do you mean by that?" I stammered. Mia stepped closer and smiled. A calm smile. The kind of smile that made me uncomfortable. "These people are all believing the story you've been feeding them for years," she said. "In fact, you didn't just lie to the people standing here. You lied to the entire internet."

I emphasized each word so he understood the truth behind what I said. “If we tell you what you want to hear, will you let us go?” Guy number one asked, blood dripping down his face. “Sure,” I lied. “He’s lying,” Preston said. “He’s going to kill us anyway. Let him stew in his shit and don’t say a word.” “Maybe.” I shrugged. The room fell silent, as if everyone had collectively held their breath. I scanned the men’s faces, searching for any sign of guilt or knowledge, but their expressions remained stoic.

Then I slowed it to half speed, staring at the screen without blinking. And in that fleeting moment, I finally saw it. I finally realized what had felt wrong from the beginning. Marc had lied to me.

Allan was confused by Narti's words, "You don't understand, it's all lies! Why is it like this anyway? Ah, Shit! I have to contact someone, I think!" ****

Nala said unbothered. "Oh really Nala? You don't see any wrong in what he did to us? Hear him out first? Of course he is going to lie about everything. That's what men do Nala, they Lie!" I countered pacing from one end of the room to another. I don't get why you are so unbothered about this. You are my Wolf we are ought to be going crazy together.

“That the other five were telling the truth.” “And now?” I looked down at the petitions as a slow realization settled over me. “The others aren’t completely truthful either.” Valerian nodded once. “They are nobles.” His answer was so simple that I almost laughed. “Nobles rarely present the whole truth.” “They present,” Magnus said calmly, “the truth that serves them.” I looked from one man to the other. “Then how am I supposed to find one liar among six people who are all hiding something?”

“You want the truth?” Lily nodded, her throat dry. Lucian’s gaze swept over all of them before he spoke. “Alex wasn’t lying.” The air seemed to leave the room all at once. Lexa’s mouth opened in disbelief, but no sound came out. Maya looked between Lucian and Lexa, her eyes wide. Lucas and Liam both stiffened, their postures tense with shock. “What do you mean, he wasn’t lying?” Lucas asked, his voice low and dangerous. Lucian met his gaze unflinchingly.