He Lied She Believed Novels & Stories

“You do know that, don’t you?” “I . . . I guess, but I just don’t understand why . . . she did what she did all this time. It makes no sense. Why would she let me believe such . . . a big lie? She and my da— She taught me lying was wrong, and she has told one of the biggest lies that any mother could tell. And he helped her.”

she snapped. “At my expense,” I replied. She flinched. “I didn’t think he would turn on you like this.” I laughed once, without humor. “You didn’t think a man like him would lie?” “He promised things,” she said. “He said you were weak. That you would fall.” “And you believed him,” I said. “I needed to,” she replied. “Because believing him meant I had a future.” I stepped closer. “And now?” Her voice dropped. “Now I don’t trust him.”

He suggested. "I'm not lying, this is the real me. I'm this cruel and nothing can change this." She said and looked straight into his eyes. "Stop..." He said and stepped backward. "I lied to you all these years. I never even liked you a bit. It was all a lie." She said and had a dark expression. He smiled and she was confused at his strange reaction. "You want me to believe that after knowing all your history, how you almost died for someone you loved, how you still believed those people who betrayed you..." He said and she was quiet now for he just pressed her open wound.

He lied, he lied to her and she had no other choice than to believe him because she trusted him that time. Raphael knew she didn't remember that he was impotent and he swore in his mind never to tell her about it. “Are you really serious? Why would he do that? I heard that as well while I was working there. But it didn't feel that way, whenever I hear the name I would want to smile, it felt like he saved me, I don't even know.” She shook her head, it was kind of difficult for her to believe the lies Raphael said but she did anyway because she couldn't remember.

It's solely because of the friction generated between her jeans and mine. "Will I be seen now?" she asks me like a thief on a run, raising her head a little. "No," I shake my head as I manage to whisper an answer. She's looking really cute if I daresay. She exhales in relief and rests her head on the wall behind. She believed what I told her. She actually believed what I told her. I'm not surprised because I lied. I told her the truth. She won't be seen from here. It's just that she has called me a lot of insane things and now she has put her faith in me. I feel different, can't exactly name the feeling.

She Said to him And each word that left her lips was as though a sword was being stabbed through his chest. “No I don't believe you. You are a liar and I know that can't be true.” he said to him as his voice was shaky and even he knew that he was lying. He knew that if he were to allow myself even for a second to believe that what she was saying was the truth then he knew that there were several other things he would have to accept as well.

My heart tugged and I wanted to hold her close to me but this lie made me refrain from it. I listened as she explained what had happened to her up to the point where she passed out. “And when I came to, she was gone.” She finished, eyes red from tears and I looked away. She’s definitely lying. I concluded. “I think you imagined it. It had to be exhaustion. There is no way Asta is the killer.” I didn’t want to call her a liar in front of the guys but this was something I needed to have a talk with her about later. She stepped back in disbelief, like she couldn't understand the fact that I didn’t believe the story she had cooked up. How could I have, when it didn't make any sense?

"If it wasn't true, how could fake news spread? Tell me honestly, do you really like women?" "No..." She huffed. "I was honest, but you didn't believe it!" She thought impatiently to herself.

“He was loyal to her. He would never touch another woman, and never a child. What you are saying is wrong.” Her smile softened into something sad. “You do not want to believe it. I understand. I did not want to believe it either. But the truth does not change.” I shook my head and stepped back. I could not stay close to her. “You are lying,” I said. “You are trying to excuse yourself from what you did.” “Believe what you want,” she said in a low voice. “Why would I lie now? It will not save me.” Her words lingered in my head, heavy and hard to ignore. Doubt had began to creep in, but I pushed it away. I had held onto my belief in my father for too long to let it break now.

“The first time she disappoints him. The first time someone whispers a lie in his ear. He’ll choose to believe the worst instead of trusting her, just like he did with you.” I closed my eyes. She was right. God, she was right.