Little Lies Novels & Stories

Wonderful. Exactly the conversation I didn't want. Sophia crossed her arms. "What's going on?" I hesitated. Part of me wanted to tell her everything. The calls, the threats, Albert, and the investigation. All of it. But if I did— She'd panic. Mom would panic. Dad would definitely panic. And right now, nobody needed that. So I lied again. "I'm just stressed." Sophia studied me for several seconds. Long enough to make me uncomfortable. Finally, she sighed. "Fine."

"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

Liviana was a liar. She was a good liar- she lied for good reasons; for safety and peace of mind. Fibs is what she called them, minimizing the act of deception by telling herself that it wasn't with any ill intent. She wasn't a horrible person or untrustworthy- she was smart. She was careful. And she only did what was necessary for her survival. She told little white lies, which, in comparison to the lies her parents told- waving them like a red flag as they dared the world to call them out, was nothing. Compared to the rest of her family, Liviana Castelli was a saint.

"The main thing is that it worked, what are some stupid jokes about?" "You don't have to listen to that," Jill said, frustrated. 'It's going away. You're going to be in this model mansion for a while now, and by the time you get back the co-workers will have something else to talk about.” “Or not,” Jill murmured, annoyed, realizing the men were getting along Certainly would watch every further episode. "I take it you haven't gotten around to investigating much?" Walt got down to business. "Notice anything?" "No, except that it's easy to break your legs in those heels," she said dryly.

Lila slipped through the side gate at eleven-forty. The gala lights still spilled across the front of the house but the main entrance had quieted, the last cars pulling away, the staff beginning the slow process of returning everything to order. She had changed back into the plain black dress in the taxi and rehearsed the story she would need... unwell, stepped out, lost track of time. A version of true events assembled in a sequence that didn't incriminate anything important. She had told smaller lies to larger audiences. This one was practically nothing. The trick was not to over-explain. Over-explanation was what amateurs did. You stated the simple version and you waited and most people a

If you want something, you have to put effort to it. Actually I have a better way to settle things and I do believe that 'a little lie won' hurt'. Growing up aside from my gun and bullets, LYING became my best friend. Oh c'mon don't deny yourself the benefits. Way back in high school, all girls were so pumped up to become the class rep for the upcoming promenade. What I did was the most clever thing, I got to be the class rep and guess what the PROM QUEEN myself .Wondering how I got the post? Simple, I just lied and spread nasty rumors about the other contestants and voila fortune's on my side. Take it from me once you start lying it becomes second nature to breathing.

“Okay. I’ll go first.” He considered her for a beat, then asked, “What was the last thing you lied about?” Callie blinked. Wow. Straight into the deep end. “I told Brenda I liked her gluten-free muffins,” she admitted. “They tasted like damp sidewalk chalk.” Eli chuckled. “Brave woman.” “Your turn,” she said. “What’s something you’ve never told anyone at BuyMore?” He hesitated just a second too long. Then: “I once spent a night rearranging every store sign to spell out bad puns. ‘Bluetooth’ became ‘Butt Loo.’ Nobody noticed for two days.”

“That sounds… dangerous.” “It’s simple,” she explained. “You say three statements. Two are true, one is false. Everyone guesses the lie.” Lucio smirked. “This is literally built for us.” Aston jumped in first. “Fine. Me first.” He stood dramatically. “One: I once snuck out of the mansion through the west wall when I was sixteen. Two: I hacked Caelum’s private schedule just to see how boring it was. Three: I hate Christmas.” Caelum didn’t even hesitate. “The third one is the lie.”

He would do his homework on her and would definitely find out whatever dirty secret they are hiding. “ Uhm, darling.. we- we- we were..” Layla stuttered. That was the first mistake she made and Amelia sighed inwardly. How dumb! First rule of telling a good lie is to never stutter no matter what you are being asked. Instead buy time by talking about things not related while you think of what and what to say. Amelia thought Layla was a smart woman but it turned out, she was nothing but a full-time housewife who watches TV and paints her nails all day and who wasn't even as smart as people thought she was.

“They don’t normally lie. No matter how much trouble they get into.” “Me … I would spin a narrative so fast your brain would pop. Not them.” “Seriously? They never lie?” I ask, post-inhale, still trying to get oxygen back into my system. That’s unnatural. Doesn’t everyone lie? It’s human nature. “Nah,” Mel says with a pop of her lips. “They hate lies. Like it gives them hives. Or flashbacks. Or tummy aches.” Her face turns flat as a pancake on a cold plate. “Honestly, it’s like they’re afraid of it.”