Lies And Truth Novels & Stories

He laughed, loud and sharp. “Maybe we are the truth. Maybe they are the lies. After all — who tells you what you want to hear? Who tells you you are safe, you are equal, you are free? The liar. The one who wants you calm and obedient. The truth is always hard. The truth is always cruel. And we speak the truth.” I stepped forward, not shouting, not drawing my sword, voice calm and steady, carrying across the whole square.

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Darien paused, as if anticipating her question, his gaze falling to the floor. He dropped his legs, smiled at her, and nodded, preparing to answer her question. “I… I am not who you think I am,” he explained, his voice barely above a whisper as he scratched his scalp awkwardly. “ There is something I have not been truthful about, but I will not tell you what it is until the time comes. We have only just met, so I do not think it is a good idea to start spilling such personal information. It is up to you to decide whether you should trust me in the meantime."

“It proves he was set up by that . . . that . . . android!” “No, it doesn’t,” I argued. “They could be talking about anything.” “But they’re not, and you know it, Jessie.” Did I know it? Could it possibly be true? Did I believe that this brief and very vague snippet proved that everything I had believed my entire adult life had been a lie? I began to shake all over and was glad I was sitting down. The truth was, I did believe it. Or at least I believed there was more to the story than I had thought for so very long. Then the anger hit – hard, sharp, hot. I felt it pound into me like a sledgehammer. How could he? How could he still manage to mess up my life from beyond the grave? And how coul

"You went out and had your fun to the point of having an illegitimate child! What's the point of coming over to apologize?! The Medina family doesn't welcome you anymore! And my daughter has nothing to do with you anymore! You've already divorced! Don't harass my daughter after this, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!" "No, this isn't real! None of this is real..." He frowned in thought, suddenly struck by realization. "I didn't mean to sign the divorce agreement. I signed it when I was drunk! It was all that woman's plot! I was tricked! Please believe me, I truly love Lia. I don't want a divorce." Midas sneered, his voice cold. "Your name's on the paper. How is it fake? The child is

“That’s…” He shook his head slowly. “I wish I’d seen that.” I laughed softly. “It wasn’t nearly as dramatic as you’re imagining.” “I doubt that.” I continued anyway. “I walked them through everything.” “The fake infertility report.” “The domestic violence allegation.” “The financial fraud.” “The manipulation.” “The conspiracy.” I swallowed. “And then I ended by telling them…” I looked directly at him. “‘The truth does not become a lie simply because someone famous tells it.’” The room became very quiet.

“Forever, even in silence.” I remember our first night together, the way he trembled when he touched me, how he made love to me like he was discovering religion for the first time. He kissed every part of me like I was made of prayers. When it was over, he pressed his forehead to mine and said, “I will never let anything take you from me.” Funny how the world makes liars of lovers. Noah didn’t ask about his father much. And when he did, I’d give vague answers. “He was strong,” I’d say. “Smart. A man of big dreams.” All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie.

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,

And every time, I forgave him without hesitation. [Don't be fooled just because the kid is young. He's a fantastic liar.] [When he was eating with the male lead, he even called the supporting male lead an old loser!] [Having a son like that really makes you feel bad for the supporting male lead. The son's an ingrate.] Those comments sent a chill down my spine. I could not believe that the child standing in front of me had been helping his mother deceive me for so long, despite only being five years old. But the truth was right there in front of me. I had no choice but to believe it.

"It is the truth." "Then look me in the eye and say it," Ryan demanded. "Look me in the eye and tell me you had nothing to do with that article being published." Lisa looked up at him. Tried to meet his gaze. But her eyes kept sliding away. She could not hold eye contact. "I had nothing to do with it," she said. But her voice shook. "You are lying," Ryan said flatly. "You are a terrible liar, Lisa. You always have been. I can always tell when you are not telling the truth."