Little Lies Novels & Stories

Ashley teased, pointing at Garnet. Garnet simply smiled, while John cleared his throat awkwardly. "Okay… maybe this year," he said hesitantly. Garnet turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. He had no choice. He had to lie. "That’s settled then! I’ll call Esmeralda later—I have good news for her!" Diana said excitedly. Then, the unexpected happened. "I don’t want to get pregnant." The room fell into silence. All three of them turned to look at Garnet.

I now get why Becca is shaking her head and making faces at me. “Yah! That’s what people do when they get to work late. Even school kids are able to come up with ridiculous things like a my homework ate my dog,” he says shaking his head. “I would have to think of a different lie everyday then, Sir,” I say. Becca shakes her head. I am obviously terrible at this. What they all don’t know is I am actually a pro in lies. I grew up in a secretive mafia environment with deadly lies. I don’t see the point of lying about such minor, non life-threatening things.

Even if they were to cross paths, not in this form. "Aysel, what do you have to say about these accusations? My son claims you work in the Delham brothel. And your name is Catherine, which differs from the one you told us. This woman here also claims that you are her stepsister. So… what do you have to say about this?” Mrs. Lucinda inquired in frustration. Aysel was able to create a perfect lie in a matter of seconds. “Well,” she chuckled, folding her hands above her chest in pride. "This lady is lying against me because she wants to take my place as the family's daughter-in-law.

BONUS CHAPTER (+2) ELIZA’S POV He lied. Not loudly. Not cruelly. Not in a way that could be easily pointed at and named. He lied softly, the way people do when they want to keep the peace, when they want to believe their own promises more than they want to keep them. “I’ll listen,” Lucien had said. He never did.

They waited. “I heard footsteps,” she said quietly. “Not from the hallway ... .from under the floor. Like someone was crawling through the space beneath the house. I used to think it was rats. But rats don’t whisper your name.” Colt flinched. “No one believed me,” Lissa continued. “And then I stopped talking about it. That’s what we do, right? We just stop talking.” She drained her glass. Set it down with a soft clink. “I’ve been living in this rabbit hole my whole life,” she said. “Falling and falling. And I think maybe tonight I finally hit the bottom.” Silence settled thick around them.

“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

Chapter 44. Ana’s POV. One week and 4 days later. ‘I think I’ll be needing a job soon,’ I whispered underneath my breath as I scrolled through my phone. I was trying to see if I’ll be connected to any of the remote writing jobs available. I didn’t want to do this because I had no money or perhaps, either Massimo or my dad couldn’t care for me, but I needed to earn a living on my own as a lady and a wife, not just sit and depend on the cash from my Millionaire father and Billionaire husband. The room was looking littered with clothes all over while I sat at the edge of the bed. I could see the silver lining Isabel gave me two days ago, sitting right at the edge of the drawer. That wasn’t so g

“Andrea, I can’t believe you’d make up such lies just to get me to come back. Do you expect me to believe this is human ash? The color is off, the texture is all wrong. “If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable. Where did you get these? Dog bones from the butcher shop? I’m telling you now, I’m not falling for it. I’ll never believe a single word that comes out of your mouth!” I stared at him with eyes full of tears and grief. In our years together, I had only ever lied to him once. It was two years ago, on his birthday. Peter, Helen, and I had planned a little celebration for him. However, Nate said he was busy and that he could not step away. Seeing the disappointment on his pare

All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie. When Noah graduated college, I cried harder than I had in years. He got a job in New York big lights, big stage, big world. I packed his bags and kissed his forehead. “Call me every Sunday,” I said, fighting tears. He hugged me so tightly that I almost broke and told him everything. But I didn’t. Months passed. Then one Sunday, his voice sounded different. “Mom… I met someone. Well, not like that. A man. Older. He hired me. We talk a lot.”

she said, determined to see him through this. Fiona was lost in a hopeful daydream. "If you marry one of them, it'll be a huge boost for your career. Before you know it, the Jones Group will be the top dog in Jubilee City." Adrian scanned the dozens of photos spread before him. The women were a mix of cute, innocent, sultry, and sizzling, but not one of them was Liliana. With a sweep of his arm, he sent the photos scattering to the floor. "I want no one but Liliana!"