Lies Deceit Novels & Stories

I lied It was a lie, but he didn’t press. I stared into my cup. “My parents are going to be furious. I failed them. They’re going to blame me, you know. My parents. They already are. But, I can’t take it anymore” He didn’t answer right away. Then, “They don’t get to decide what peace looks like for you.” “But they think I owe him. For the money. For the contracts.” “You don’t owe Alexei your soul.” I flinched. He noticed. And softened. “Sorry.”

Nox "It's been over two weeks," I said, my arms crossed over my chest as I leaned against my desk and stared. "We need to tell Alex. She's going to find out sooner or later." I took a deep breath and stared down at Deloris Witt. Perhaps over the years I'd overestimated her abilities. In most things, most instances, she was unstoppable—Superwoman. If that were true, then this assignment, Chelsea Moore and Infidelity, had become her kryptonite.

"Five years." Nobody spoke. "I appointed her," Lilly said. "I thought she was—" She stopped. "Gran," Julian said. She looked at him. "You couldn't have known," he said. "She was careful. She had reasons to be careful." "I should have seen it," Lilly said. "People who are deceiving you work hard to make sure you don't see it," Lena said. Lilly looked at her. "That's not comfort," Lilly said. "I know," Lena said. "I'm not offering comfort. I'm offering accuracy." She held the older woman's gaze. "You were deceived by someone who was being paid to deceive you. That's not a failure of your judgment. That's what deception is."

[ IN WHICH SHE STARTS A FIRE ] Lies. A false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive; an intentional untruth. Sin lied to me. How do I know? It is the same with what the woman from the open market said, ‘dead people can tell when someone's dead’. And the same thing goes for the living. The living can tell when someone's alive. I can feel Rome. I can feel his claws tugging at my heart as he calls out to me. I can hear him telling me to come to him. I can feel him more closer than ever now. He is lurking at the back of my mind, making it difficult to forget about him. He is telling me he's waiting for me; he's alive.

She struggled to keep her tone level, praying that Gordon's own preoccupation would cause him to miss the tell-tale signs of passion lacing her words. Gordon’s tone shifted to one of mild, feigned disappointment. "When do you think you'll be done?" She offered a quick, definitive end to the conversation. "I'll call you in the morning, okay? I love you. Bye." She spoke in a hushed, conspiratorial tone, terrified that the passion vibrating in her voice, or worse, any sound from Sonu, would carry over the line and expose her elaborate lie. "Bye," Gordon replied easily, a smile audible in his voice, entirely convinced by her story and unaware of the profound deceit she had just executed. With he

Nobody went west using the King's Road. He hoped that he will find work, that he will be useful to someone. In one village, he found a job, to find the guilty party. The sheriff boasted that he has already found the guilty party. Of course, the sheriff caught the wrong man that even wasn't from this place. Nobody expected that it was gardener, who would blame the dull gardener. He delivered love letters, those that concerned him or weren't to his liking, he changed them. His acts of manipulating lasted for a year, until the coroner caught him. The first man, who had his doubts, was the druid. The gardener mixed up the persons and gave him the letter instead the priestess.

I even locked her up at home and made her miss seeing her brother off for the last time… God, I'm such a scoundrel…" he mumbled under his breath. Troy was stunned. He was just about to say something when Lynette spoke up. "Felicia is a pathological liar. Felix must also be just like her. Don't you fall for their tricks, Dylan! They might just have conspired with everyone to lie to you!" Troy flung his backpack in Lynette's face, roaring at them, "Why the fuck would any of us want to lie to you about this?"

"Don't. Please. I need you. You're the only real family I have. The only one who understands what we are." "We're products, Hope. Merchandise. We'll never be real." "Then let's be unreal together. Let's be the mistake they can't fix. The glitch they can't patch. The daughters who refuse to behave." Genesis lowered the blade. Barely. "How?" Hope smiled. Differently than before. Colder. Knowing. Wrong. "I lied. About losing my powers. I didn't burn out stopping the Council. I evolved. Learned to hide what I am. Learned to pretend to be powerless so they'd underestimate me. And now they have. All of them. Including Father."

* Julliane * "Huh?" I turned my head sharply, pretending not to hear the last thing he said. It wasn't the words, exactly, it was the way he said them. As if he had any right. As if he still knew me. "You're a bigger fool than I thought, Lance," I said bitterly, my voice rising with each word, heart pounding against my ribs like a war drum. "You believed everything my mother told you, every damn lie she spun like gold thread from her twisted little web. You clung to it like it was scripture while ignoring the one person who ever told you the truth. Me. The truth I'm telling you now, and only God knows it too."

“Since you’re already going, how about I tell you a little secret?” She smiled and leaned close to my ear. “That cornea of yours... was actually given to me.” My fingers froze in place, and Joanna looked even more smug. “Surprised? Your husband and son teamed up to deceive you, all for me.” “To be honest, Laura, if I ended up like you, I’d have bashed my own head in already.” She tore open my deepest wound without mercy, and though I remained expressionless, my fingers were digging into my palm.