I Lied Novels & Stories

I couldn’t tell anyone the truth. So I did the only thing I could. I lied. “We’re dating,” I said. The words felt strange and heavy in my mouth. But also… real in a way that scared me. Lila went quiet. Just stared at me. “Dating?” she repeated slowly. “I honestly thought you were joking or hit your head the last time you told me this” I nodded, forcing myself to keep a straight face. “Yes.” “Since when?” she asked. “Recently,” I replied quickly. “How recently?” she pushed.

I said in a pleading tone hoping he'd understand. "Whatever, where's the ring?" He asked, his tone one of apprehensions and anger. "I haven't been able to find it yet." I lied. I had no idea why I had lied but it felt like the right thing to do at the moment. Maybe it was because Levi was finally doing right by me or I was starting to doubt my actions, I wasn't sure. Whatever it was, I knew telling Zale the truth was not the right move. At least not right now.

This guy had just helped me out of a terrible situation, yet here I was fabricating a lie about where I lived. "Misedeo Street," I finally replied, opting for honesty.

“Where are you?” “Italy,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’ll be here for a few days.” I didn’t mention Leana. I couldn’t. The words stayed stuck in my throat. “Is everything okay?” she asked softly. “Yeah,” I lied. “It’s fine now. Just... something work-related.” A part of me hated how easily that lie rolled off my tongue. I was good at it—too good. But for once, I didn’t feel proud about it.

He nodded, his eyes downcast. "Well, I lied about being kicked out of my mom's house," I said, my voice softening slightly. "I lied about losing my mother. But do you know why I lied in the first place?" I asked him, my tone growing more forceful. This time, he shook his head.

he asked, glancing at me. "Actually… that's not why I came here. I uh… I have a confession to make," I whispered, fiddling with my jacket zipper. "A confession?" "Yeah, I… Remember the backpacking trip I went on?" I prompted. He frowned, nodding his head. "You and Liam, yes I remember," he answered. I let out a deep breath, swallowing hard, the pressure in my chest increasing as I said the next two words. "I lied." He froze, brows furrowed, a look of confusion on his face.

"Explain to me how any of this makes sense." "I can't," I said. "Why not?" Aiden asked while walking closer. "You didn't seem to have a problem lying. Why is telling the truth so hard?" "Because it's complicated," I said. "No it's not complicated," Aiden said. "It's actually very simple. You lied about who you are, you lied about your family. You lied about your wealth. What else did you lie about Elliot? Or is that even your real name?" "It is my real name," I said. "I didn't lie about that."

I mumbled, scratching the back of my neck and avoiding their eyes. “You lied?” Lisa asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. “What? Of course not!” I said it a little too quickly. Crap. “Why would you think that?” “You paused,” she said flatly. I didn’t want to lie to them—not anymore. But the truth? It wasn’t something I could just toss into the air between sips of red wine and bites of fried chicken. “So that means I lied?” I asked, looking at Lisa. “Sorry,” she mumbled, eyes lowering.

I don’t know why I lied, but I just knew that telling him the truth would amount to something far worse. “I—I ummm,” I shut my eyes willing my brain to come to the rescue but my mouth did. “It was a plan.” He narrowed his eyes, obviously not buying the lie so I added. “It was a plan by my parents and me to do that, to make everyone believe that we are fated mates so that they’ll believe our union more.” Everything just flowed out of my mouth with my brain in shock. He was silent for a beat and my heart wouldn’t stop beating. I silently let a prayer that he should believe it. Believe me.

I could tell him. But once I did—there was no undoing it. No unknowing. No going back. - - - I took a deep breath and did the only thing I’m truly talented at these days. I lied. Again. “Okay, okay,” I said, exhaling dramatically and lowering my voice like I was about to confess to murder. “You’re right. It wasn’t some old friend.” Nick tilted his head, waiting. Eyes narrowed. Classic ‘I smell bullsht but I’ll let you speak’* face.