Lie To Me Cal Lightman Novels & Stories

Calhoun's deep voice swiftly pulls my attention to him. Only for me to find him watching me intently. His blue eyes are readless this time. I can't even tell what he's thinking, but what I am aware of, is the fact that he doesn't know Theodore is right here, else he wouldn't look so comfortable. "I'm fine," I lie to Calhoun. And suddenly, Sapphire's voice rings in my head. Once you lie, there's no going back. You keep telling lies until you become a professional.

AIDEN I knew Lucian was lying. He was good at it—excellent, even—but I’d known the man long enough to catch the micro-expressions, just like how he had known me long enough to know when I was anxious. We knew each other, so he possibly didn’t believe I actually bought that shit he said earlier. Still, without proof, I had no choice but to let it slide. For now. I would be calling a meeting once I got what I wanted. Calder could get all the fucking he needed now, because everything with Janice would be over. It wouldn’t even matter if we hadn’t gotten what we wanted.

A bank transfer notification: Vincent Romano has sent you $5,000,000. The note attached: For your trouble. Five million dollars. I laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. He thought money could buy anything. My forgiveness. My silence. But that money only strengthened my resolve. It was proof that in his eyes, I really was just a "problem" that could be paid off. I sat back down at my computer and started typing. Marcus, Thank you for your emails. And thank you for not forgetting me these last five years. Give me one month. Then I’m coming with you.

The lights were dim, the atmosphere calm. He looked at his phone screen, then typed a short message. “Make sure Doctor Sam cannot be seen by anyone without my permission.” A few seconds later, a reply came in. “Understood, Sir.” Calvin smiled slyly. “Camelia,” he murmured. “Now it’s your turn to be cornered.” He looked out the window. The city lights shimmered in the distance. “I want to know,” he continued softly, “how long you can endure without my help.”

But now, because of the fever, I drifted into a dazed sleep. I hadn’t slept for long when someone woke me up. Jack brought me a small box of cake. “Here, a strawberry cake from me and Cameron—you used to love it, didn’t you?” It was the typical tactic of the carrot and the stick. I looked into his eyes and said calmly, “I did, but not anymore.” Jack frowned. “Laura, what exactly are you trying to say?” I told him. “Jack, I need 60 thousand dollars.” Clearly not expecting such a sudden request, Jack looked a little stunned.

he said calmly and Ilana would’ve gaped at him if she could. It was so stupidly clear that Adam Meyer was lying right through his teeth. “Oh. thank God,” he replied, his shoulders sagging visibly. “I can never do that to my Jo, son.” Calix nodded. “I know. I’m sorry for doubting you.” Adam smiled and even from the distance, the look made her shiver. He was a creepy person, built through malicious smiles and fake kindnesses. Ilana wondered how she hadn’t noticed this before. “I think I should go, then,” Calix said and Ilana imagined him smiling, the ones he gave her sometimes. Warm and bright.

Lucas lowered his head and kissed the top of my head. In a tone that was full of utter trust and reliance, he said appreciatively, "Wilma, I really don't know what I'd do without you." As I watched him leave, my thoughts drifted back to our past seven years together. Lucas had always been distant with other people. His demeanor was polite but cold. If I hadn't seen those messages on his phone today, I never would have imagined this other side of him. The texts his assistant, Serena Cox, sent to his other phone flashed through my mind again, each one stabbing into me like a dagger.

I will not wait this time. “You owe me the truth.” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. They sound calm, but they are not. They are sharp. They are heavy. They have been waiting too long. Damon turns slowly, like he already knows this moment is coming. His face is controlled. Too controlled. That alone makes my chest tighten. “You shouldn’t have listened to him,” he says. “Lucian is dangerous. He feeds on doubt. He twists old stories until they look like weapons.”

“He’ll retreat. Recalculate. He doesn’t like uncertainty.” “Then he’s going to hate me,” I said cheerfully. Lucien let out a quiet laugh. It startled all three of us. Sébastien blinked. “Wow. You broke him.” “I’m very talented,” I said. The Sanctuary chimed softly—almost playful. —CALIBRATION IN PROGRESS. MINOR FLUCTUATIONS EXPECTED.— I looked up. “If you electrocute me while I’m digesting, I will be very upset.” The light dimmed apologetically.

A car accident leaves my boyfriend, Ben Cullen, with temporary amnesia. When he wakes up, he's convinced that my best friend, Jean Lyle, is his fiancée. The doctors warn us not to upset him, so I have no choice but to let Jean play along. We agree it's only an act. Once Ben gets his memory back, everything will go back to normal. But six months later, he still doesn't remember me. One day, I come across a post on a local forum. "I lost my memory after a car accident and mistook another woman for my girlfriend. Now I'm in love with her. How do I tell my real girlfriend?" The top reply says, "Easy. Keep pretending you have amnesia. You can stay with the new girl, and if you ever change yo