I Lied Mga Nobela at Kwento

I lied. “besides you were much older than me when mum talked about them. You understood things more than I did?” He still stared at me weirdly. “what? I said it’s a rumor! We just teased a classmate. I’m just doing a journalism project in school, I just lied to get help with my project. Tell me what you know… and we are done here. No time for girls talk.” I said sarcastically. He scoffed. He took his wallet and phone and walked to the door.

"I'm being honest here." "Lie again." Oh crap.

“Or do you believe she’s telling the truth?” Liam’s eyes found the nearest camera, and for the first time, he addressed not just the reporters but everyone watching. His posture straightened, his confidence as unshakeable as ever. “Let me be clear,” he said, his voice smooth but serious, “the allegations against me are a complete lie. I would never harm or force myself on anyone. Anyone who truly knows me knows that.”

Stammering and searching for a response, my stepbrother's impatience pushes me to speak up. "I-" I falter, my mind racing to concoct a believable story. Before I can gather my thoughts, he interjects, "The lights went out and you freaked out." His expression softens, offering a half-smile of understanding. Seizing the opportunity, I nod in agreement.. "Yeah, the lights went out and I was freaked out. The security wasn't around when I tried to reach them," I explain, fabricating a lie to shield myself from the painful truth that lingers beneath the surface.

I replied feeling a little guilt for telling a lie. "Mind if you give me your number, I'm already attracted to you, baby girl, I like you already" he declared proudly. He gave me his phone. I stared at it, didn't even have a phone to start with. "Sorry, but my phone was stolen" I lied. Again. "Uh.. that's no good baby girl, cos I'm already liking you" he said. My face contorted with annoyance and I looked out my window to hide it from his view. Him calling me 'baby girl's was hell right appalling. But I had to bear it, if I wanted to get to my destination.

I know that they will be so willing to do it and they would even do it for free. “Why?” Vincent asked confusion filling his face. “I don’t know how to lie,” I lied. Seriously? I berated myself. I keep telling myself that I am not a liar even though it surprises me that I find myself lying almost all the time. I watched as Vincent’s brow rose, disbelieving me.

It’s patient. I’m done lying to myself.

I blurted the universal lie. Damn.

Like he'd changed what he was going to say at the last second. "That's bullshit." "Excuse me?" "You were going to say something else. Don't lie to me." "I'm not lying." "Yes you are. You do this thing where your voice gets all flat when you're lying. It's a tell." "I don't have a tell." "You absolutely have a tell." I stepped closer to him, getting in his space now. "Just admit what you were going to say." "There's nothing to admit." "Liar." "Thalia, drop it."

I’d rather sweat on a bus than see my children go without their treatment. I had already lied to two people this morning. I told them my engine stalled in the middle of nowhere and I had to leave the car with a mechanic. A simple lie. A clean lie. It happens to anyone. But what if they see me again? And again? For the next one week? Don't worry, I told my brain. We could just look for another lie. There’s always a lie to tell. I walked into the lobby of the office building, my head held high. I pushed the button for the elevator and waited. When the doors slid open, my heart stopped for a split second.