Lies Deceit Novels & Stories

He called former partners; they either didn't answer or hung up after a few perfunctory words. Absolutely no one in the industry was willing to work with someone sporting a record of plagiarism and bankrupt credibility. Throughout this entire process, Louis finally saw Flora's true colors. It turned out Flora had no actual skills at all; she was a complete and utter fraud. Her so-called works were all cobbled together by plagiarizing the designs of me and other well-known architects. Because she had repeatedly plagiarized other architects' work, she had long been blacklisted by multiple firms, and could only latch onto Louis through deception.

I knew I had to make a decision quickly, my heart racing with fear. “Henry...” Deigo’s voice sent chills down my spine as I struggled to find the right words. I took a deep breath and finally confessed, “It’s mine.” I lied, not being able to admit the truth. Diego’s expression darkened, and I could feel the weight of his disappointment in me. My lie hung heavy in the air, and I braced myself for the consequences of my deceit. As I felt Deigo’s grip tighten on my neck, I knew that the consequences of my lie would be severe. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I prepared myself for what was to come.

I should take what little information I've gathered and disappear before this gets worse, before I start feeling things I can't afford to feel. But I can't leave yet, not without answers. Not without knowing the truth about what happened to my father. Not without understanding who Xade Cross really is beneath the masks he wears. I plopped back on the soft mattress, swung my legs over, and stared at the ceiling as my thoughts ran like a freight train. It had to be a freaking mask, else I was more confused than ever. He was acting so innocent. I had to get to the bottom of this, so I'll stay. I'll keep lying. I'll have to keep pretending to be Maria Davidson while Amelia Stone hides underneath

“Right, but how am I supposed to make myself look 20 years older? There’s only so much I can do, and even then, I doubt it’ll do much.” “I’ve already thought about that. You can just say you have a rare genetic disorder that makes you look younger than you already are.” “This all seems more complicated than simply telling your parents the truth.” “I know, but I enjoy keeping this part of my life a secret. There’s just something thrilling about living a double life. I’ll tell them when I get bored or tired of it.” The next night… He came back at the arranged time and got ready. “Look at you,” Myrine complimented. “I’d be shooting my shot if I was straight and you were a bit older. Don’t compl

I turned to leave, but my hand brushed my mattress memory—Katherine’s autobiograph, y—and it flashed like a warning in my mind. I looked back at Damien, voice lower now. “Your house keeps secrets.” Something shifted in his eyes. So fast, someone less angry might miss it. “What secrets?” he asked. I held his gaze. And lied. “Nothing,” I said. “Yet.” Then I walked out, pulse hammering, because I’d just done the most dangerous thing you can do in a house like this: I’d hinted I knew something. And I’d refused to surrender it.

"After you sanitized your hands like I was diseased!" Henry's head snaps toward Declan. Something dangerous flashes in his eyes. "You did what?" "She's lying," Declan scoffs, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in his face. "Like you lied about what happened to the last waitress you harassed?" Henry's voice is deadly quiet. "The one I had to pay off to keep quiet?" My eyes widen. So the rumors about Henry being different were true. "This isn't about me," Declan deflects. "Your fiancée is an impostor. A cheap replacement probably paid to - "

Their fight was no longer just physical—it was psychological, a battle to outwit an enemy who knew them too well. ⸻ To flush out the traitor, Dominic proposed a risky plan: release false information about a major operation against Nexus, and watch who reacted. The lie would be crafted so precisely it would be impossible to ignore for the mole. ⸻ As they worked, Sienna felt eyes watching her. Not just the enemies outside, but those inside the safe house. Whispers followed her steps, half-hidden glances sharpened by suspicion. She caught Dominic one evening staring a little too long, his jaw tight. Was it paranoia? Or had trust truly frayed?

I snorted, "So, you married Vivian behind my back?" Piero panicked, rushing to explain, "She said she only had six months left. I thought it was fine and I could wait a bit. But six months later, her cancer was under control. She could live like a healthy person, except that she couldn't handle stress. I didn't want to stimulate her, so I never brought up divorce. You get it, right?" Piero looked at me with hopeful eyes, but I raised my hand and slapped him across the face. He deceived me for three years and had the nerve to ask me to understand him. If I hadn't found out, he would have lied to me forever. I never thought he was this kind of man.

Our meeting which had been called upon to talk about a new collaboration between our families has turned into a reckoning for betrayers. Michael stood there, composed as ever, his posture relaxed, his face unreadable. I studied him carefully. If he was lying, he was damn good at it. But if I found out he had been deceiving me… I wouldn’t hesitate. Pain. Suffering. A slow death—those were the only things a liar deserved. I had built my reputation on power, ruthlessness, and absolute control. The one thing I never tolerated was deception. If Michael had infiltrated my home under false pretenses, he would regret it.

- He replied, but it sounded more like he was making fun of me. - And how do you know all this? - I asked, stunned by all this information. - You might be a doctor, you know. - I said, wanting to look closer at the things inside the box. - You really don't know what this is? What do you mean, you never really hurt yourself? - He said, realizing that he was not joking about not knowing anything about it, I shook my head denying that I did not know, leaving him still not believing. - I never went to the doctor, I never even scratched my knees. - I never really went to the doctor, but I lied about not even hurting my knees, it was easy to hide when most of my cuts were in places where my clothe