Lies Deceit Novels & Stories

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,

"Why should I suffer after being cheated on? Is it really enough for me to just let her leave empty-handed? Maybe that's just what they want so that they could play happy family while I lose everything. If that happens, I will lose both my pride and money." With that thought in mind, I pulled over and bought three packs of the abortion medicine. The man said they were disguised as regular prenatal supplements but had subtle counteracting properties. Even professionals wouldn't be able to tell if anything was wrong with it. Plus, it would be impossible to detect something wrong with the medicine since the effect was slow. When I got home, Vicky was lounging on the sofa in a silk dress. She wa

He typed his response, crafting a web of deceit that he hoped would crush Alfonso's spirit. "Alfonso, my dear friend, I regret to inform you that I no longer possess the funds we owe you. The government has seized most of my properties, and what little remains has been snatched away by an opportunistic rival," Collins texted, relishing in the lies he was spinning. Alfonso's eyes narrowed as he read Collins' response. He knew his old friend was cunning, but this level of deception was unexpected. He responded with a mix of disbelief and anger, determined to uncover the truth.

I said, my voice steady and soothing, hiding the dirty, complex web of deceit we were weaving. As I knelt beside them, the three of us formed a unified, tragic front. I looked at Ruth, her face wet with tears for a boy who wasn't bleeding, and then at Reign, who gave me a microscopic, barely perceptible nod. The lie was perfectly set. We had our distraction. We had our leverage. And as I reached out to 'treat' my son, I knew the game was only just beginning.

“Did you just say please? You use such a word now? What, had too much practice from the lies you told in the press conference this morning? First sorry and now please?” He stared at me. Confused. “I’m not that gullible, Eliot. Not like the people you can just deceive on social media.” “Deceive?” “Yes, deceive. Isn’t that what you did today? Why act all innocent now after your ‘properly arranged’ lies. A real good narrative, I’ll give you that.” “You think I lied?” He questioned, features tightened, “You think I went out there to say a lie?”

“That was never the problem.” “I know you’re angry.” “No. I was angry before. Now I’m finished.” He shook his head at once, as if refusing the word could undo it. “You’re hurt, and you have every right to be. But I was deceived too. Lia lied about everything. The illness, the child, the ledger. She made me believe the Vitales would destroy her if I didn’t step in.” “You chose to believe her.” “I know that now.” “Knowing it now doesn’t change what you chose then.”

“You sent me to die!” Declan’s breath came in short huffs. Lia was important to him, and her betrayal hit home. “You told me Serena was dead! You told her I knew about Granddad’s plans!” Liquid silver raged in Lia’s eyes. “Because I had to save her, Declan!” That made Declan pause. Spine strained, he blinked at Lia. “Stop lying.” Lia huffed. “That’s what you came here for, right? You wanted to know the truth? I have no reason to lie to you. I am a rogue. That’s the worst that could happen to me.”

It tasted of absolutely nothing except mayonnaise. I sat staring out at the darkness rushing past the window while random thoughts kept nudging at the edges of my exhaustion. Missing pieces. New pieces. No pieces at all. There were lies so small they hardly mattered, the sort you could choose to believe or ignore without consequence. Then there were lies that looked harmless on the surface but carried enormous ramifications underneath. And sometimes deception wasn’t about what somebody said—it was about what they deliberately left unsaid. Jock’s lies always hovered dangerously close to the truth.

After a while, Liam feigned a belated realization and concealed his sinister look. "What's wrong? Why the long face? Did something go wrong?" he asked. Delbert looked disappointed. He had come to see if Liam would admit his wrongs. If Liam had promptly acknowledged his mistake and admitted his wrongdoing, Delbert might have considered letting him off the hook this time. After all, they had been friends for over a decade. However, not only did Liam show no intention of apologizing, but he also pretended to be unaware of today's incident, thinking he could deceive everyone and believing that Delbert wouldn't realize he was the one behind the scenes.

He leaned in, his voice lowered to a dangerous whisper. "Darlyn, my dear, love is often built upon the fragile foundation of deception. Sometimes, sacrifices must be made for the greater good. Do you not see? This is the path that will lead you to the love and happiness you so desperately seek. Trust me." The room grew heavy with the weight of their pact, the seeds of deceit sown deep within their souls. Darlyn, vulnerable and captivated by Donovan's manipulation, felt herself teetering on the precipice of a choice that could alter the course of their lives forever.