Lies And Truth Novels & Stories

“Tristan, you know what I’m talking about. How could you get married to her when you know what she did to your nephew?” “She told me everything, and I knew she was innocent.” “What makes you think she’s innocent?” Marissa asked him angrily when she heard what he said. “Sis, have you forgotten what I studied? I can detect when a person is lying and when the person is telling the truth, and I know you are aware of what the truth is.” “What are you trying to say?” Marissa asked me angrily. “I’m trying to say between both of us, you know what the truth is, but you don’t just want to tell it out.” My heart was beating fast as the conversation was getting to the level I had been waiting for it to

This wasn’t how I wanted her—how I wanted anyone—to learn the truth. “Lily, it’s fine. I got checked out, and I’m fine.” “I can tell when you’re lying—” “I’m not. I swear.” Lily glared at me and set her margarita down. Now, I was in trouble. “Anna Leonard, if you don’t tell me the truth right now, I swear to God—” “Lily, I am telling you the truth. Please, believe me.” For a few seconds we only sat there, staring at each other through our screens. Finally, Lily sighed and shook her head in defeat.

“How did you get so wise?” “Seventy-eight years of living.” She pulled me into a hug and let me cry on her shoulder. “Truth always wins in the end. You know why? Because lies need constant work. Someone has to keep feeding them. Truth just sits there. Harrison’s lies will fall apart eventually. We just have to outlast them.” “Will they really?” “Yes. Always. It might take time, but the truth is patient, and so are we.”

And yet. The part of me that had learned to read people — not perfectly, not infallibly, but with the particular accuracy of someone who has had to rely on it for survival — that part was sitting with what I knew of Zayden and trying to make it fit the shape of what Lydia was describing, and it wasn't fitting cleanly. There were gaps. Resistance. The pieces weren't interlocking the way they should if the picture she was painting was the complete and accurate one. But that part of me also knew that the most dangerous lies are the ones built around a true fact. That you can construct an entirely false conclusion from entirely real evidence, if you arrange the evidence carefully enough.

He was telling the truth, or at least a part of it. “Hm…” I hummed and without warning, I grabbed a pen from the nearby table and hurled it at him. Liam caught it instantly, his reflexes sharp, precise. His fingers barely moved, and yet he’d snatched it out of the air like it was the easiest thing in the world. He arched a brow, "What exactly are you trying to do?" I shrugged, feigning innocence, "Just testing something." Liam tossed the pen back onto the table with a knowing look, "Right."

"Pen, I know you didn't. We are going to fix it. Hang tight." "Okay." She whispers, sounding nothing like herself. Layla hung up, returning her gaze to me. "We are going to find him. He's going to tell the story that Penelope can't. Then, this ridiculous attempt to destroy everything we've worked for will be put to bed." "And how do you know he'll agree to say anything? How do you know the media will believe he's even the same person?" "In every lie, there's an element of truth. So we're going to tell a lie, and the truth will not be far off."

That I was okay all alone. But the truth is, I was not alone! I was lonely...I was always lonely. I didn't need people in my life, because I was afraid of losing them. And happiness? I didn't deem it necessary, because I doubted, that I even had a chance of being Happy; ever in my life. But then I realized, that all I was ever doing was lying to myself. I had always lived a "LIFE OF LIES". We all deserve to be happy in our lives. We all need people in our life...People that love us, without wanting anything in return.

I opened my music app, hoping to find something relaxing to help me sleep but I noticed several unread private messages sent to me from email. From: Ava [ Claudia, I heard the news! Is it really true that you already resigned? What happened? Are you okay? You didn't tell me anything. I should've help you with your problem. Please, reply to me.] So they were from Ava, my only closest workmates. She seemed shocked by my sudden resignation. Her message was full of concern, asking if everything was okay and if there was anything she could do to help. Just as I was trying to figure out how to reply, another message from her came in, it was a video file this time and it came with a note.

She said and he rolled his eyes. “Okay, I will say three things, two of them will be a lie and one will be true.” She said and he nodded in response. “So, I like Bryan, I love you, I love my life.” “What is the truth? What is the lie?” “You liking Bryan is a truth, the other two are a lie.” “Why do you keep getting it? And don't tell me it is because you are a vampire or a demon.” “Just a lucky guess.” He replied and she smiled.

"I just could not find the right words to say that to Efron... besides I don't think he would accept it if I rejected him!" Tristan sighed and frowned. "Damn, there is no right word to say that you don't like the person. The truth may hurt for a little while, but a lie hurts forever. Telling the truth and making someone cry is better than telling a lie and making someone smile. Three things cannot be long hidden: the Sun, the Moon, and the Truth, that's a quote!" "Well, I will tell him that some other time... right now, let's have some drinks!"