I Said I Loved You...but I Lied Novels & Stories

Not now. Some truths… are too dangerous to speak out loud. So for now, I have to ask you to trust something you cannot see. Before I can tell the truth… I have to live a lie. Just know this— No matter where I go… No matter what happens… I will always love you. And I know… in some way… you will always love Michelle. That is something I have accepted. Even if it hurts. Goodbye, John. For now. —Jasmine ⸻

“OK , but tell me how will my heart can keep calm which beats in your love, how will my mind be keeping calm which can't think beyond you, how my nights will keep calm which won't be occurring without you, how will my breath be calm which got fused into yours, how will my feelings of your touch on my body will keep calm which arose affection within me, finally how will I be keeping calm who made you my whole world” To which he remained silence, thus she slapped him asking again his reply,”You are lying ? , Right, and if you are trying to play prank with me you better don't dare to because I am very serious right now ", she smiled from outside but inside I could feel that was totally scared f

“No, you listen! Is this what you want? Or is this just what he wants? Look me in the eye through this phone and tell me, do you even love him?” The question was a punch to the gut. Ian’s mouth went dry. The words “I love him” were right there, but they felt like a betrayal, a lie so big it stuck in his throat and choked him. He had never even said them to Zhedya, always telling himself the timing wasn’t right. “It’s… it’s complicated,” Ian stammered, defensiveness creeping into his voice. “You don’t get it. He’s been there for me! And he loves me, okay?”

There was a tall wall separating us. I shook my head, forcing myself to look him in the eye so that I sound convincing. I had to end this. “You are delusional, Adrian. I don’t love you. The person I love is Lucas.” The lie tasted bitter, and I hated myself for it. Adrian’s eyes darkened with disbelief and pain. “Don’t lie to me, Isla,” he said, his voice trembling with barely restrained emotion. “Why would I lie about this?” I snapped, trying to keep my composure.

I said, repeating my lie. He looked worried, but he didn't press me. He walked over, kissed my temple, and snuggled me closer. He whispered in my ear, "We love you; you know that, right?" I nodded, a lump forming in my throat. My love for them was boundless, surpassing anything else. They were more than just friends to me; they were my soulmates, my everything. The weight of the secret I had been carrying was becoming unbearable. It was time for the truth to come out.

“You said… you said it was all for the money. That you never cared about me.” “I lied,” Kayla said, tears streaming down her face. “I lied because I thought I had to. I thought the DNA results were real. I thought we were related—half-siblings. I thought our love was a sin, that it was wrong. I couldn’t tell you that, Liam. I couldn’t put that weight on you. I knew it would destroy you. So I made up that lie. I pushed you away because I thought it was the only way to protect you. But I never stopped loving you. I never stopped loving you for a single second.”

I love you " "I love more "

Why didn’t I trust us? I slide my arms around her even more securely, burying my face into her hair, feeling her warmth, feeling her pain. I hope I can heal her. I can’t see her like this. I can’t even see us like this. Broken. "I love you, Iva," I confess from the core of my heart. "Even when I was pushing you away, even when I lied, even when I made you believe you meant nothing to me, I loved you. I still do. I always will."

I love you so much my naughty little one, I love you so much that the more I wanted to forget you, the more you got into my mind and heart. -Marco, I lied to you. I'm not pregnant...

“You’re right. I was selfish. I should have thought about you, about Nelly. I guess I got lost in the noise. But nothing happened. We just danced, drank, and tried to feel young. That’s all.” India let out a shuddering breath, her anger ebbing into relief. “I was so mad at you. And then I just got scared. I kept looking at my phone, waiting for the worst kind of call.” He reached up, brushing her hair back. “I’m here. I’m so sorry, India. I love you.” She looked at him for a long moment, the tension between them slowly melting. “You idiot. You'd better be glad that I love you.”