I Lied Novels & Stories

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.

he lied. I hid my smile.

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.

"I promise you won't regret it." "I will be the judge of that." I chewed on the inside of my cheek for a moment. "You said you can explain why you lied?" "To be honest, I don't have a good excuse. When I withheld my identity, it wasn't because I intentionally wanted to lie. I just didn’t think I should reveal who I was to someone I barely knew and planned to divorce. I also didn't expect to fall for you."

Our escapades and all of the efforts we had put into this contest. Lying about it would only be disrespectful a thing to do. It would render all of your sweat and toil to nothingness because what's the point of working hard over something yet you are unable to proclaim it to anyone who cares to inquire about it? It's more or less you being ashamed of your efforts. "I lied to my parents last night. I told them I was feeling severe leg pain so they brought me here since it seemed like an emergency. I've been coming here very often so I can write my story on Sire's laptop. Sire has been helping me out greatly."

“I don’t have any, baby.” Fuck. I just lied.

I had his wallet, which was also a survival option if I successfully got out of there. I had one option, to tell him the truth or make up a pathetic story and have him let me go. Maybe he would, although he looked like he murdered people for a living. My shoulders slumped, and I wore my best sad face, "Fine," I sighed dejectedly. "You caught me, okay? My name is Ishtar, but that's the only thing I lied about. I told you the wrong name because I was terrified yesterday." He looked at me like he was confused and searching for something inside of me. His gaze was intense, and it almost burned me from the inside. I wanted to squirm in discomfort.