Lies Deceit Novels & Stories

Chapter 112 Nyx's Pov Elena’s mother hesitated. It was subtle, just a flicker of movement, a tightening around her mouth, but I caught it. She was hiding something. “There’s nothing else.” She finally said, voice too even, too controlled. Liar. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees as I studied her. The dim light of the small room cast shadows across her face, emphasizing the deep lines of age and worry. “You’re lying.” I said flatly.

The less she knew, the safer she’d be. “Resolved?” Ana’s expression shifted, doubt flickering in her eyes. She wiped her tears away and grabbed my face, turning it so I couldn’t look anywhere but at her. “Don’t lie to me, Mirabella Jones,” she said firmly. “Tell me everything—every single detail. Don’t leave anything out.” Her serious tone left no room for evasion. When Ana was like this, she meant business, and honesty was her only expectation. Trapped by her unwavering gaze, I had no choice but to tell her everything.

Cassandra asked, looking critically at the clutch lying on the couch. "Uhm..no I don't. Dropped it at a thrift store." Mildred lied. "Oh, I see " "Anything the matter?" Mildred asked. "Not at all, just thought I saw something like it. Never mind, I'll talk to you later" Cassandra said and hung up. Her eyes bored into Jim's as she dropped her phone,her suspicions disappearing. "Believe me, I never cheated," she pleaded. Jim's expression remained impassive. "Not now, Cassandra. I'm not in the right state," he said.

he asked and her mouth remained sealed. “How can I not deceive you with my good when I know my worst would take you far away from me forever?” Flora teared up more, hearing him and her tears took him back to his senses. He exhaled a soft sigh and took a step back from her. “The dreams you want to live with me, I can never fulfil them without being deceitful, Ora because you want my trust and….” Flora waited for him to complete his words. “And my trust comes with my worst which would give you nothing but pain and tears,”he stated and then walked past her after taking a last glance at her.

“You still haven’t told me why you gave him my address instead of yours.” Liezel tossed the fork onto her plate and sniffed softly. “It’s silly, really.” She let out a forced laugh and closed her eyes for a few seconds. “I wanted to impress him. I mean, you saw my apartment before, Una. You thought it was horrendous—your word, not mine. And I couldn’t agree more. I live in a shitty neighborhood. I wasn’t just thinking ahead, you know. I thought it was a one-time thing. I never thought it’d bite me in the ass in the future. I’m a fake. Do you hate me?” “When you ignored my calls and text messages, I was angry. But I didn’t hate you. Not even now. And I don’t,” started Una. “You’re an idiot fo

Nobody wants to be lied to, least of all me, but what she did has remained lodged in my belly like a burr the size of a plum. I pull up short before I turn the corner near her bedroom. Of course. It's because of who I am ... because of what I am. A lie between ordinary people can be waved away. A thing of simplicity solved with an apology or a cheap gift. But here in this underworld I've spent my entire life in, lies are dangerous. To deceive someone here among the corrupt and cruel is to declare war. If one of my men lied to me, I'd assume their plan was a betrayal.

"And your ribbon isn't in my room." The lie came easily now, after so many others. He had become skilled at deception out of necessity, at saying things that were the opposite of what he felt or believed. But this lie felt different, more personal somehow, because it involved something that was precious to both of them. Through the door, he could hear Deborah's sharp intake of breath. He could imagine her face, the way her sea-blue eyes widened with shock and regret as she realized what she had said. She was probably berating herself for the thoughtless comment about basketball practice, for forgetting about the scandal that had cost him his position on the team.

He can say what he wanted directly. "I'm willing to help you to get back your car, but you don't have to make lies to me. You can share with me your plan and I'll help you to do it. I know how important your car everyday, but you lied to me and I don't want you to get what you want by making lies or deceiving someone. You must learn how to have something in the good way. You don't have to make lies or deceive someone in order for you to get what you want. You have to do it in a good way. Is that clear to you?" I explained to him.

"What are you proposing?" She turned to the window, the city stretching out beneath her. "The people trust the narrative they’re given. We feed them a new one. Damien is not a hero; he is a criminal, a traitor, a man working with foreign entities to dismantle the nation’s infrastructure. We make him the villain of this story." "That’s not enough," Caldwell said, his voice edged with worry. "If even half of what’s in that leak sticks, we’re finished. I need assurances."

Her sudden position giving her the confidence to back chat my father. "And yes, people! You speaking to the new CEO of The De Luca corporation! And guess what you all FIRED! Including you Albert... Though as my husband." She gave out a sinister laugh, enjoying every moment of this. End of flashback The sudden movement beside me snapped me back to reality. Turning to look at the source of my destruction. I am met with Rosalies sleeping face, that had me wondering how naïve this woman is, to sleep in the presence of a MAN she barely knows.