Lies Deceit Novels & Stories

I wondered. “Nuances,” he smiled with genuine enjoyment, his face lighting with the expression. “Fae cannot lie, but if their language tells you that they’re not telling the truth, is it really a lie? The language of deceit was initially developed as a literary device. It was their way of saying, this is an imagined story, and not a true event. When the cataclysm of mankind began, they evolved that language into one they use with man.” “And the Deceit of Elovyn is written in the language of deceit?” I puzzled it out. “So, it could be implying that Elovyn is lying, or just that the poem is a creation and not a true event?”

I ask with a growl, Jordan was right, I should see the other guy now, and Jordan is right he's in a much worse shape. "I see, you've sold me for this new guy," Joshua says sounding hurt, but it's fake hurt, he's lying, he's a good liar, always been one. "We were never a thing Joshua," I say annoyed with him, looking down at Jordan, he's still asleep, I don't want him to hear this. "But it didn't feel that way holding you," he says making me growl, he's making things up now. "Stop making things up!" I say, he's trying to gaslight me.

Liam answered, his temperament calm. John and Clara stared at him with bewilderment coating their features. "Can you really hear yourself speak now?" Clara scowled. " What lies did she tell you Liam? Can't you see through her deceit and her lies? We only want what's the best for you and this woman right here is not what's best for you." Clara feigned concern in her tone. "Clara I have no lies to tell nor deceit. Liam believed me out of his own free will. I did nothing wrong" I stood up for myself, hearing my own voice after a long time.

“Why did you do it?” “What do you mean, ‘do what’?” She shot back. My frustration bubbled to the surface. The relentless games and the tangled web of deceit had worn me thin, and I was desperate for clarity. “Manipulate Dad, I saw you do it.” “It isn’t what you think,” she insisted, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “I was just trying to calm him down. I’m sick of all the conflict. If they want to make a fresh start, they need to let go of the past—but they weren’t going to do that on their own.” Her eyes pierced into mine, an unsettling intensity that felt almost accusatory. In that moment, I recognized the deception woven within her words. It was as if she revelled in her own lies, an

"When you spread lies that I was a servant and turned the whole campus against me, did that make you feel dignified? When you threw the bloodstained sheets into my washbasin and tried to force me to wash them, did that make you feel dignified?" Her lips moved, but no words came out. "The real poverty is inside you, not in your bank account. You think the world owes you everything. When you can't have something, you resent the people who do. You hate them and try to destroy them. You think everyone owes you, so you turn the whole world into your enemy. Viola… That's the most pathetic thing about you." Her mouth opened, but she could not speak. Then, she lowered her head, her shoulders shaking

I felt bad about lying to Tristan when he has done nothing but treat me with so much respect and sincerity but it doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice. I wasn’t prepared to meet Declan, not now and not ever. It was better to tell a momentary lie than to see him get disappointed in me once he finds out who I truly am. Besides, it would be easy to get away with it since he wouldn't stop asking about how I was feeling. This was my only chance at avoiding the demon himself tonight. I went into Tristan's study all prepared for the lie I was going to tell him, and I thought a bit of drama would make him believe me more. I didn't even have to put much action into the drama since I already look

They quite have a high pride. It was two months ago, Mr. Sevilla's men spread a rumor how inferior I am to their boss. And my guys doesn't like the fact that someone who has a debt to their boss has been called inferior by her debtor. Of course, my men would be pretty furious. Even me, I don't like the way they open their mout "Boss!" He came running to me smiling so wide. He must have already filled his bucket. They didn't call me. ** Drake's POV

I wondered. "They tried to modify the gas, making it worse. Let me put it in layman terms. They deleted the chemical that is activated when you lie. Hence, no one can lie but of course if they manage to, they will die." He said, "that affected their brain that they are almost as dumb as Patrick from the spongebob animation." "Wow. What exactly is the motive behind this?" I shook my head in fear. This meant that back at home, my family was probably going through the same thing.

If something had been engineered — if a family had built a marriage on a lie, on a swapped presence and a forged bond and two decades of careful management — I was going to dismantle it piece by piece. Every record. Every document. Every careful, buried, expensive truth. I was going to pull it all into the light. I picked up the glass. Finished what was in it in one motion. Set it back down on the table without a sound. "If something is really going on." I said it to the glass. To the room. To the five years that sat behind me like a closed door I was about to take off its hinges. "I'm going to know." Lucien looked at me across the table. He said nothing. He knew better.

"You went out and had your fun to the point of having an illegitimate child! What's the point of coming over to apologize?! The Medina family doesn't welcome you anymore! And my daughter has nothing to do with you anymore! You've already divorced! Don't harass my daughter after this, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!" "No, this isn't real! None of this is real..." He frowned in thought, suddenly struck by realization. "I didn't mean to sign the divorce agreement. I signed it when I was drunk! It was all that woman's plot! I was tricked! Please believe me, I truly love Lia. I don't want a divorce." Midas sneered, his voice cold. "Your name's on the paper. How is it fake? The child is