It's A Lie Novels & Stories

Nothing real grows out of a lie. "Angelo." I looked at him. "Vivian knows I can't swim." Angelo sat up fast. His whole posture changed. "That's attempted murder." "You still want me to let it go?" I was so weak I could barely speak. "If you love me, even a little, make sure that evidence does some real damage." His face went paler. "Isa. Your enemies are mine." I closed my eyes and didn't open them till we reached the hospital.

At the sound of my voice, Ethan's expression changed abruptly. "Lisa… y-you didn't lose your memory?" Panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly forced himself to calm down. He stepped forward and grabbed my hand tightly. "Lisa, listen to me. I don't have feelings for Sarah. I just… got a little scared of marriage and wanted to indulge myself for a few days before the wedding. The one I truly love has always been you." His words came fast, yet carried a certainty—as if he were convinced that, just like before, no matter what he did wrong, I would forgive him.

So he blurted out the first lie that came to his mind. “She’s my woman.” The room stilled instantly. Cameras flashed his way. As much as he hated what he was about to do, it was the only way to salvage the situation. “She’s not a scandal or a vulnerable victim. She is my woman who happens to work in that hotel, and if any of you think you’re entitled to dissect my private life without my permission, think again. Don’t forget I own the city you work in.” His voice was a low growl, controlled yet brutal.

Triston turned back to me, “Of course I told her, remember Iris?” I got the suggestion, “This is Alexadrea.” I heard him remind me. Well, tell me for the first time. “Now I recall,” I lied. “How is she?” “She’s great.” Marcus gushed, “You know she’s an actress, right? Just like you, sis,” I hadn’t been an actress since what I had done. I gave up all that to keep Triston. “Really?” I smiled at him, “That’s great. What is she on?” Marcus tilted his head,

"Could it be that our horrible deaths were all just a dream, and your parents really do love you?" Rebecca narrowed her eyes at me. "What are you still hiding from us? Don't tell me you getting killed in a past life was just an act to get rid of us!" After all, the billion-dollar estate was in my name now. If they were willing to give me the money, why would they kill me? I gave a bitter smile. The truth was, I really had been killed. But no matter how I explained it now, they probably wouldn't believe me. All I could do was say it again.

Sometimes, late at night, I still think about that size-S blouse. It was like Pandora's box—once opened, it revealed every ugly, filthy truth buried in my marriage. But I don't regret it. Some truths, no matter how ugly and filthy, are cleaner than living inside a beautifully woven lie.

“I’m hiding this because every time the truth comes near him, he stops sleeping. He stops breathing like a normal person. He starts looking at every door like it owes him an explanation.” “And you think lying protects him?” “No.” My voice softened. “I think it delays the damage.” Isabella’s expression changed. Only a little. But enough that I knew she understood. Maybe she had spent years delaying damage too. My phone buzzed again. Then a text appeared on the lock screen. Luca: Are you still with Beth? I closed my eyes. The lie waited under my fingers. Easy. Short. Cruel. I turned the phone farther away. “What do you want from me?” I asked.

"All I want is for you to be real. I know the truth is bitter but your lies aren't sweet either. I don't want us swimming in deceit. If we are true friends, then there should be no vacancy for lies. Please May, don't ever lie to me again." "I won't." "Promise me." "I promise never to lie to you again."

Elizabeth told me to call her Grannie and told me I was the prettiest girl that Blake had ever bought home, I blushed and smiled at her. Soon Bronwyn abruptly demanded everyone get in the car, she had made a reservation at one of her friends Cafe in town and we would not embarrass her by being late. We get to the Cafe and its a seafood based Cafe, Blake looked at his mum and reminded her of the discussion they had about my severe allergy to seafood over the phone, Bronwyn responded by saying "seafood allergies don't exist, you just eat a small amount each time and they disappear, you need to build immunity to the things your body finds foreign or you can be a sook about it!". I told Blake no

If you are willing, to tell the truth, or you are thinking about doing so, you will find out that then all-(almost all) of your reality is funded by lies and it is better to give up than confess. That's exactly what I did. Someone else made my choice. Even if it was different, it would have happened somehow. You'll be amazed by how the parts you thought was true are not so anymore. It's really fun, lying. Think of it as a drug, the more you use it, the harder it gets to stop. You might even get to a point where you can't exist without it. I know because I couldn’t. … This can't be happening. Can it? My mother, she never cries.