Lies Deceit Novels & Stories

he said and Sabrina scoffed, throwing her head back with a bitter laugh. “Oh, please Liam. Don't fucking make yourself sound like some victim. You lied to me, you pretended to be rich. You flaunted cars to me that weren't yours and took me for dinners that you borrowed money to pay for. You clearly couldn't afford anything. You tricked me and I believed that you were wealthier than Declan. Only for me to find out that you are a fraudster. That is what anyone calls a person who lies to people just for people to believe his or her made up stories in your head.”

As the evening cast a soft glow over the opulent chambers, Raquel and I found ourselves engaged in a conversation that danced upon a delicate thread of trust and deception. Raquel, ever the master manipulator, wove her web of lies, carefully crafting a narrative that painted Liam as the villain of our twisted tale. I furrowed my brows, a flicker of doubt tugging at the edges of my mind. I had known Liam intimately, had experienced the tenderness and love he had shown me. Yet, Raquel's words clawed at my heart, injecting seeds of uncertainty into my thoughts.

He remembered my passion for medicine and how I willingly put that aside to become the woman who helped him to succeed while giving up on my own dreams. "Nina…" he muttered in great regret. "I made a mistake. I was wrong…" However, only the empty room and the sound of the whistling wind outside the window answered him. News about Yvonne stealing the research papers of the hemostatic agent and my 'death' broke out on the internet. Her reputation as the Perettis' Donna was ruined as her actions spread across the internet. Netizens started accusing her of wrongdoing, and her name became tarnished from it.

Madison, however, mistook my laughter for mockery and glared at me with disdain. I tilted my head and asked in amusement, "Since you say you've worked hard to teach yourself the art of traditional pottery, I'm curious just how hard you've worked." I asked her that because I knew she couldn't possibly have self-taught herself traditional pottery. She was lying just to build a persona and continue using traditional pottery to make money. Just like Tyler, they didn't actually care about preserving the heritage. They were just exploiting it for profit. But to my surprise, Madison pulled out her phone. She pointed to a popular account that documented her journey in learning traditional pottery. T

Stepping forward, I gently pushed Lia towards them, her body dropping to her knees as she shot me a piercing glare. "You're a fool! After all the days of pleading with you, you still choose to hand me over!" Lia's voice cut through the tension, her expression icy and convincing. She was a master at deception, her acting skills unparalleled. After the facade, I would subtly signal for her to opt for Art, a move that spoke volumes without words. "Are you trying to deceive us? Are you planning to return her? Don't play games," another hoodlum chimed in, closing the distance between us with an air of suspicion. The stakes were high, and every move had to be calculated in this dangerous dance of

she hissed, eyes narrow and venomous, “I am your MATE, and yet you betray me with HER.” “I didn’t…” I swallowed and turned my head. What could I say? I knew what I had done, and yet… the truth would destroy Dierdra. That wasn’t fair to her, that I had brought this on her. She stood there, watching me struggle to find my words. Finally I lifted my head and held out my hand to her. “Nothing happened between us,” I lied, “You misunderstood.” Dierdra’s eyes flickered, and she looked taken aback. Then she moved forward and jabbed her pointer finger into my chest.

"No, no, no. I'm very interested in what you have to say-" "You don't have to lie, Liviana-" "I'm not!" Liviana insists, a kind smile that she forces to reach her eyes. If she believes the lie for herself, then why wouldn't anyone else? The key to being a great liar. Deception was an art, and Liviana always had an eye for artwork.

Saying something that is completely untrue in order to manipulate a person to be in favor with one would never be justifiable no matter what the reason is. Even by simply telling a person that one is wealthy for the other person to like one more is immoral. Lies of commission are what they would be called, and Olivia was good at using those.

As the weight of her lies pressed upon her conscience, she struggled to suppress the guilt that threatened to consume her. ‌ Unbeknownst to Kevin, Vanya's web of deception had tightened its grip. With each lie, she dug herself deeper into a pit of deceit, her motives shrouded in darkness. The truth remained hidden, waiting for the opportune moment to reveal itself. ‌ As they continued their conversation, a dangerous dance between truth and deception unfolded. Kevin's unwavering trust in Vanya clashed with the mounting evidence and whispers of doubt. The stage was set for a confrontation that would test the boundaries of loyalty and unravel the tangled web of deceit that surrounded them.

Kingsley snarls, his voice piercing her speech, “I didn't ask you to recount your sob tale here. Like you said earlier, this is about Liam. So keep it brief.” Louisa let out a steadying deep breath to calm her nerve and Kingsley turns away from her. He strolls to the window side, trying his best to contain his raging emotions. Unable to help himself, he turns around abruptly and glares at Louisa. “You really want me to believe you're a saint and none of this is your fault but you never stop getting caught up in the middle of lies and deception. You know, I really think it's about time you add ‘Queen Of Deceit’ in your resumē’, wouldn't it be nice?