His Perfect Lie Novels & Stories

Even my parents bought her lie. And Simon did, as well. He figured that since my family claimed that I was a liar, something must be wrong with my personality. So he grew distant from me. Instead, he got closer to Laila. Yet, Healer Petra now revealed to him that I had actually been poisoned. I had been so sick that I couldn't live long. While Simon was still reeling from shock, she threw in another bombshell. "Besides, she only had one kidney. Of course, she'd die if you told us to transplant it into someone else!"

He hated me because he believed I murdered his child, and I could bet my life that one wouldn't just forget his mortal enemy's face in the space of a couple of months. As I stared and hunter and tried to uncover whatever was about to unfold next, I remembered what Darius had said: Sell the lie. Sell the mother fucking lie. Every breath I took was a silent chant of that phrase, and I wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. Sell the lie. Sell the lie. Sell the goddamn lie. “You said you were mated,” Hunter said at last. His voice was smooth and with how scrunched up his face was, you could tell he wasn't very pleased.. “What’s his name?”

She breathed out. Her life felt so perfect it scared her so much. She had the husband of her dreams. He did everything right, and almost always said the right thing. It was as if she was some in some kind of fairytale dream and soon enough she’d wake up then it would all be gone. She fixed her hair and sat down as he showered. *** In Suncity, Love scrolled on her f******k lying on her bed. She paused coming across a post by some motivational speaker.

I stare at the screen, nervous. Seconds stretch before Adrien's response appears. Adrien: "And if he doesn't believe me?" My stomach knots. Me: "He'll believe you if you're convincing. You trust me, don't you?" Silence. Then finally: Adrien: "Okay. But if it goes wrong?" Me: "It won't go wrong. Just follow my plan." I put down my phone, my heart pounding wildly. I've set up the perfect lie. Now, I just have to hope Thomas falls for it.

Her tears, her helpless act, and her fear of being abandoned—there'd be no one to fall for any of it anymore. "I'm not lying," I said, looking at Nicole. "I applied to a college in Sorlington through waitlist admission. I'm majoring in law." Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears spilled out of them nonstop. "How could you do this, Fi? How could you abandon me?" She cried so heartbreakingly that it drew looks from nearby guests. Preston's expression darkened more and more. Then, without a word, he crouched down and picked up the papers scattered across the floor, one by one. His movements were very slow, as if he were deliberately holding something back.

"You are perfect! Everyone says you are perfect wife, perfect daughter-in-law, perfect woman... but to me... you are just PERFECTLY BORING! You never make mistakes, you never speak loudly, you never disagree, you never show anger or temper... you are like a programmed robot doing everything exactly how people expected you to do! There is absolutely nothing exciting, special, or surprising about you anymore! Everything is always predictable and safe! How do you expect me to be attracted or interested in you forever when you are like this?" "So being perfect and good to you is actually my mistake?" I whispered in shock and disbelief, feeling like every word he said was tearing my soul apart pi

By midnight, I finally put my phone down and fell asleep. ... After a year of hard work, I was accepted into the physics program at Valmonte University. Just as I was starting to feel happy again, the fake-death agency called. "Ms. Lane, I'm sorry. Adrian is looking for you." The representative sounded tense. "Someone posted a photo of you online. Adrian saw it and is convinced you're still alive. He has already traced the matter back to us." I had expected this day might come, so I answered calmly, "It's fine. I expected this."

I yelled. “Tara...” His eyebrows knitted, staring at the timer in the smartphone. “I’m serious, Blake. Who are you?” My nostrils flared as I screamed in anger. “I’m Blake... Brian Blake Williamson, and I’m sorry for lying to you, Tara. When you told me you hate rich people, I didn’t have the courage to tell you who I really was. I was scared you will run away...” He shut his eyes tight. “Tara, please, let’s talk. I... I...”

Until my phone buzzed, signifying that someone send me a text message. "Astrid, I know you did not want to talk with me and even to hear me out, but I hope this one will work. I'm sorry for what have had happened. I did not know that it will cause a misunderstanding. One thing I can assure you, that I was sincere when I told you that it's still you, I mean, it is just you. I honestly never look to anyone else. Hope you are believing me when I tell you that I will never do anything contrary to that. Do not forget to pray, before you sleep." That was a voice recording sent by Kolten. I just smiled after hearing him saying the last line for the nth time, he never failed to tell me to pray befor

She took a sip of her wine. “I’m sure he is,” River said. “He was quite upset when I spoke to him on the phone. You know him. He wants no disaster attached to your company’s reputation.” “He’s quite a perfectionist.” “Now, do you mind telling me why I had to orchestrate chaos and lie to the most cynical person I’ve known in my life? Do you know how difficult it is to lie—to Justin Adams? I know you were in trouble. I’d like to know what that trouble was. And what extent.”