Lies And Truth Novels & Stories

There was no way she was going to let this man know how much she adored him secretly in her heart even when a part of her hated him. “ A lie is better than truth sometimes, little cat,” he leaned back on the bed such that he was lying on his side and staring at her. “ And right now I want to hear some lies because the truth is proving too bitter for me to swallow. You can do that for me can’t you?”

It would crush her to know her brother was well aware of what he was getting into and had literally signed off his death warrant for money. She would see him in a different light if she ever found out the truth. No longer as the accountable big brother she was proud of and looked up to but as a criminal, just like him. “You have to understand that there are things I cannot unmake,” he finally said. “There are arrangements and debts and threats that are older than either of us. Truth can be a weapon that destroys more than the original sin.” “So you’re telling me the truth would have made things worse?” Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “You admit it then. You admit you chose the less

“You told me you had cancer, and I had the chance to stay by your side, to walk with you through your final days. “Why did I have to lie to you? Why did I let you leave, so full of grievance and sorrow? “I deserve to die! Jessica deserves to die! If not for her, I wouldn’t have lied to you, I wouldn’t have cheated, I wouldn’t have hurt you so many times. “Let me make it up to you, Lorien.” Pierce’s eyes turned bloodshot, and I glimpsed something fierce and ruthless in them. To anyone watching, he would have seemed like a man consumed by love and grief, a deeply devoted husband. But in truth, his rot ran bone-deep. And I? I simply floated coldly by his side, a sneer on my lips. It’s far too l

“I’m just telling the truth.” I wanted to slap him. Or maybe I wanted to scream. I couldn’t decide which. “You don’t know anything about truth,” I hissed. “You live in Marco’s shadow, doing his dirty work, thinking that makes you better than everyone else. It doesn’t.” He tilted his head slightly, his tone still calm. “And yet, here you are — living under his roof.” “This is Cal’s roof technically, not Marco's.” “Hmmm, is it now?”

So, this was the reason he had refused to go public with our relationship all these years. All that talk about waiting for the firm to stabilize, waiting for the right time, waiting until he could give me a secure life before going public—it was all a lie. Without even knowing it, I had been the other woman. I forced a bitter smile and looked them both straight in the eye. "Fine. Okay. I'll leave you two to it." With that, I bent down, gathered my personal belongings from the floor, and prepared to leave. "Hold on." Louis suddenly called out, stopping me.

My head was pounding. "How was your night?" he asked. "It was fine," I said. He was leaning on the counter. "Just fine?" "Yes." Lucas looked at me a couple of seconds. "You're lying." "I'm not." "You're terrible at lying." He snorted. "I'm not discussing it." He put up both hands in self-defence. "Okay. Fine. Keep your secrets." He hesitated and then he said, “You going to the hospital?” "Yes." He nodded. "Call me if you need anything."

There was a brief pause before he added, quieter now, “I just hoped you’d tell the truth when you were ready.” Something about that—about the lack of pressure, the lack of judgment—made my chest ache in a way I didn’t expect. “I’ve learned something over time,” he continued, leaning back slightly in the chair, his gaze thoughtful now. “People don’t lie about something this enormous—or hide the truth from the people they love—without a damn good reason. And usually, there’s something bigger behind it. Something they’re trying to escape. Or something they don’t have control over.”

I turned to walk away, then he interrupted my steps, as he said, “was that a yes?” “What?” I asked. “If I stop hurting people, would you move in immediately?” He asked. Before I could talk, Ashley's voice echoed as she called, “Janelle! Janelle!” Damian was ready to move towards Ashley, but I moved closer to stop him. “Stop!” I said. He looked at my lips and smiled. “You have nice lips,” he said and turned. “I’ll be expecting a reply tonight,” he said. “Also Janelle…how well do you trust this couple?,” he said before walking away. Alex turned to me and said, “the car engine is back on, and still fully tracked,” he then bowed and followed Damian.

… Dear diary, This is something brilliant I’ve come up with; I call it –The truth about lies What do your parents know about you? If your parents are around your answer would be- everything. But, no. There are things you want to tell them, there are things you will tell them and there are things that you'll never tell them. I am full of them. If I had told them from the beginning it'll all be fine, at least it would be easier. Lies, they grow and spread so deep, most of them overlap and outgrow others. 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 con

"Watching people learn their families might be NPCs. Watching NPCs realize they can't leave. I wanted to lie to make it easier." "Lies are what got us here," Miranda said. "Whatever comes next has to be built on truth, even when truth hurts." Olyrienne had been quiet throughout the disclosure, but now she spoke. "I checked timelines during the meeting. Ones where we told them versus ones where we didn't. Truth causes short-term pain but long-term stability. Lies preserve immediate comfort but rot foundations eventually." "So we did the right thing," Amon said. "We did the necessary thing. Whether it's right depends on what we build from here."