I Can't Stand A Liar Novels & Stories

Stephen raised a brow at me with an irritated look on his face. I scoffed at him in disbelief and rolled my eyes at him. "Not to sound rude or anything but you are such a fucking terrible liar. You could not even lie to save your own life" I spat at him bitterly. Stephen rolled his eyes at me back. "Rude? I actually do not find that rude at all. As a matter of fact, it is a compliment to know that I am terrible at lying. It means I do not lie all the time unlike some experts standing a few inches away from me." Stephen sneered.

None of us dared to gamble on whether nothing would happen if no one stepped forward. I clenched my teeth. "There's one more option." Under their puzzled stares, I enunciated, "I'll personally go meet Mr. Cox and see what secrets they're hiding." The three of them were so moved that they promised they would pray for my soul after I died. That really wasn't necessary. I wasn't sacrificing myself for anyone else. I just couldn't accept it. I couldn't understand why I, of all people, was labeled a fraud. If they didn't want to acknowledge me, they could've pretended nothing ever happened.

“What talk?” I asked, “I didn’t talk to anyone.” “Have you ever been told that you are a very shitty liar.” He said and I rolled my eyes. “You should stop trying because it’s funny trying to watch you lie when you obviously can’t.” “That is not true.” I said, “I would have you know that I am a very convincing liar.” “Of course you are.” He began, “Rule number 1 sweetheart; never play denial as a first tactic especially when you’re a horrible liar; everyone expects it and it’s so painfully obvious that it’s sad.”

“As long as I have my made-up evidence, they’ll believe me. The internet is a sucker for emotional stories.” I chuckled softly and shook my head before lifting my phone. “Too bad they already know who the liar is,” I said, a satisfied smile curving my lips. “Nate Stanford, the big baby who couldn’t accept the fact that the woman he discarded is now a big shot.” He was airing live on i*******m. “Get that camera out of my face!” he yelled, trying to pry the phone from my hands. Something inside me snapped. I stepped forward, drove my heel straight into his shin, then shoved him hard in the chest. He lost his balance instantly, stumbling backward and landing flat on his backside on the concrete

At this point, tears rolled down my cheeks as I sniffled, "Go on, say it, Sandra. I'm a liar, I'm poor, I am a nobody. Are those not the words you wanted to say? Please, you can do anything else you want to do but do not tell lies about me, that is what I hate the most. Even when Jude betrayed me, I didn't plan to say anything about it, I planned to keep quiet until my friend made that video go viral. If that is why you're against me, if that is what you're so upset about, then I'm sorry. I should've just quietly borne everything. I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way, but please do not tell lies against me, I cannot take it. The company, or whatever it is you want, keep all of it to yourself,

I still had a use for it. I held up the bag and waved it in front of the camera. The viewers thought I was putting on an act. The chat was filled with nothing but strings of censored curse words. You could tell how nasty the comments were. However, I did not care one bit. I displayed my medical records directly. "I know you won't believe anything I say, but don't let someone with ulterior motives manipulate you into becoming their weapon. "I'm not the first person she's slandered. If you keep enabling her to do evil, then what's happening to me now will happen to you too.”

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.

“Alright, here are mine: One, I’ve been skydiving. Two, I can cook gourmet meals. Three, I hate heights.” “I bet the lie is skydiving,” Kieran said. “No, I think it’s the gourmet meals,” Thalia argued. Lily smirked. “The lie is that I hate heights. I actually love them.” “You weirdo!” Marcus laughed. The pack laughed and applauded. “Kieran, your turn,” Lily said, passing the game to him. Kieran stood up, scratching his head. “Okay, let’s see: One, I’ve never been in a serious relationship. Two, I’m a great painter. Three, I’m afraid of the dark.”

I faced the sea and voiced the question I wanted to ask. "What character trait do you hate the most?" I asked, waiting for his response. He took a moment to think, and I patiently waited for his answer. "I hate liars the most." "Why?" I inquired, trying to meet his gaze to see how he would respond. "Because liars make me expect things beyond my thoughts. It's like they embellish the situation, but at the same time, they worsen it. They're a prime example of expectations versus reality. It's frustrating because they sometimes make us happy just to cover up the truth," he said, giving me a subtle smile.

He seethed. I raised my eyebrows. Those were good insults. Rude, but I liked that he was standing up for himself—finally. “Kieran, you were never a very good liar. I started to see through you after that go-kart episode and then there was that girl in high school. You always want what I have.”