Lies My Father Told Me Novels & Stories

“I should have told you, but it would have been so strange, so unbelievable.” Leo’s expression shifted from shock to a mix of disbelief and hope. “Tell me,” he urged, his voice trembling. “Tell me everything.” And so, we sat down, father and son, in that grand mansion, and I shared my story with him. I told him about how I had lost my memories due to the Moon Pack’s actions, about the injustices I had suffered, and about how I had embarked on this journey to uncover the truth.

I lie to my father. “You have never been a good liar,” my father reminds me. “I think it is time that you come clean.”

He knows it's me. My lips tremble as I look at my father, and he sweetly smiles and nods at me. . C.m. louden

Her voice trembled, mirroring the pain of her memories, as she spoke of her father's cruel treatment. "My father," she continued, her voice slightly shaky, "was a drunkard and gambler. He didn't hesitate to curse and beat me, even though he knew I wasn't strong enough to handle it." Myra's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she recalled the countless times she had fainted from her father's merciless beatings.

Lyca" “Please tell me that I'm not dreaming?” my father said, I shook my head. “I'm real, father, this is me Lyca, your one, and only daughter, I'm alive” My father walked slowly through me. Still, his eyes looking at me intently, as my father reached me, he forthwith hugged me, without prior notice. I hug my father back tightly. I couldn't help not to cry. I almost forgot that Zack was right beside me.

he asked gently, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. I hesitated again, the words forming in my mind but feeling heavier than usual. Talking about my father had always been difficult. The memories were still fresh in a way, even though so many years had passed. But tonight, there was something about Victor’s presence—his quiet attentiveness—that made me feel like I could share. "My father passed away when I was four," I said, my voice quiet and distant as I relived the memory. "It was an accident. He fell from a building."

says my father. I relax further into my pillow as a smug smile makes its way onto my mutilated face, “Whataya know. I guess I did end up being the champion four years in a row,” I snigger, causing my parents to roll their eyes. Everyone and everything tried to kill me and yet here I am. Still very much alive while most of them are dead. I must have someone watching over me. ~END OF FLASHBACK~

I hated the fact that she had to relive everything while telling us her story, but unfortunately it had to be done. “Your story is very tragic young lady. I am sorry to hear of all the horrible things that you have been through in the last few months.” Said my father. I was still sitting in my chair with my elbows resting on my knees. My eyes were still shut, as I was still clenching and unclenching my jaw. Still trying to get my emotions back to normal. Mika finally making himself comfortable in a lying position allowed me to think more clearly. Catching both myself and my father off guard she seemed to speak more confidently.

The visitor, bloodied and relentless, lay crumpled from my father’s shot, but their presence still loomed, a ghost of my past love now twisted into hate. “Dad, help!” I cried, my voice breaking as I scanned the journal’s starlit notes, searching for a clue to stop the trap. My father’s lessons—*The stars hide the truth*—guided me, but the screens flickered, the countdown at five seconds. Liam’s hand tightened on mine, his lips brushing my ear. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice raw, a promise that steadied me even as the world burned.

my father said gently, holding both of my hands. I pulled my hands away from his and distanced myself from him. "Why is it that every time I confide in you, you don't listen to me and exacerbate my feelings, dada?" I shouted in frustration amidst my tears. My father sighed. "Why, dada?" I weakly asked. He couldn't speak, so I turned away and started walking. But I stopped in my tracks upon hearing what my father said. "He's why your memories disappeared, and I don't want that to happen again, sweety," my father said softly.