Lies You Never Told Me Novels & Stories

“So, Lia’s kind of my best friend. And I know you’re not exactly the... easiest person emotionally. Sometimes it feels like you’re a little checked out. Not with her, but with the world. I guess I’m just wondering…” I let the words hang a second and He didn’t stop me. “Did you ever actually tell her how you felt?” He looked at me for a long beat, then hums low under his breath, like he’s dusting off an old memory. “I never told her,” he says quietly. “Not when she first said it to me.” I wait. He doesn’t rush.

Nicolás admonished, patting and rubbing his back. Jonathan shrugged his hands off. "This shit is so messed up," he said drunkenly, twirling his fingers around his shot glass and staring into the crowd of sweaty dancers, grinding their body against one another. "She doesn't know nothing about me. God this hurts worse than being stabbed in the back. Literally. All my anticipation and the happiness I had felt when I heard she had regained consciousness makes this feeling twice as bad.” Amancio looked just as surprised as everyone who heard the news had been. Not in million years would he imagine that either of them could forget the other. But it was just his thirty sixth year, and it was happen

I hated that she knew about my problem but I knew she wouldn't be stupid enough to scream it to the whole world. "You good?" Meagan asked after class and I nodded, "yeah.. and you?" She smiled so wide, "I'm fantastic.." "Really?" "Yeah.. really." "You're a horrible liar..." I smiled, "wow thank you Meg..." "She is a horrible liar I tell you... she said she doesn't love me.. yet she cries when I leave her.." Layla said butting into the conversation. Meg smiled, "Layla hi.. I almost didn't see you there but then you showed yourself..."

My husband consoled me asking me to confide in him. "what is it that you're not telling me? You've not done this b4 have u?" he asked "Iiii... hhaaave" i replied stuttering. "yet u can't even prove it? Why are u lying? Tell me the truth Ifeoma." he said. The moment he called me with my full name I knew he was serious. I had no choice so I told him the truth. Yes the Ifeoma that makes mouth about s** has no experience. "I'm sorry" I said to him. That was how it all went on our wedding night o..

“Oh, so you’ve seen the papers, haven’t you?” “You said you were going to contact them to change it.” “I lied,” she answered carelessly. “You know, the same way you lied to Dylan Bass and told him my proposal was yours.” “That’s what this is about?” “What? You think I was just going to let you get away with pulling such a dirty trick? Of course, that’s what this is about? How does it feel to not be given the credit you deserve, Dominic? I bet it’s an amazing feeling.”

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

she said in her sugary voice. Macie shouldered past me on her way out, sending me sprawling to the floor. I crashed down, tears streaming uncontrollably. Adrian loomed over me, tilting my face up to his. "Liliana, this little scene? It's nothing compared to the hell I went through. Remember the divorce papers I got in jail?" I was drowning in tears, but I had to try one more time. "Adrian, I swear I didn't know about those papers. It was my mother—"

So I picked up my phone and called him. But the line was always busy. Until the last time—he directly declined the call. I smiled and told the doctor, “Forget it.” When I left the hospital, my phone had run out of battery and turned itself off, and the sky had begun to pour with rain. Due to the heavy rain, my vision was limited with only one good eye. But I could still vaguely make out the father and son celebrating Joanna’s new life at a dessert shop. They smeared cream on each other’s faces, looking as happy as something out of a romantic drama.

Lane left because she found out and got heartbroken? Someone even deliberately tagged me again. I stared at it, confused, and typed a question mark: [Was there such a thing? I honestly didn’t know about it.] Then, they started sending me videos.

He smiled then, fully this time, and it struck me how dangerous that smile was—not because it promised anything, but because it asked nothing at all. I told myself what I always told myself. This is nothing. Yet when I turned to leave, when I passed close enough that his sleeve brushed my arm, my breath caught painfully in my chest. He did not reach for me. He did not need to. The alcove remained behind us, claimed by no words spoken aloud. And the lie we had agreed upon—just friends, nothing more—settled between us like a promise we would one day have to break.