Little Lies Novels & Stories

Louis acted as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. He pulled a paper from his coat pocket and slapped it onto the desk in front of me with a loud smack. It was unmistakably a marriage license. Stamped right there on the license were their names.

“You’re serious?” “As a board meeting. Two truths and a lie. We each say three things about ourselves. Two are true, one’s a lie. The other person guesses.” I gave her a skeptical look. “This is your grand morale boost?” She grinned. “Trust me, you’ll forget your existential crisis by round two.” I sighed, pretending to be reluctant, but sat up straighter. “Fine. You go first.” She sat forward, eyes dancing. “Okay. One—I once got mistaken for Rihanna’s cousin in Monaco. Two—I know how to fly a small plane. Three—I’ve never eaten sushi.”

It was perfect. Now I was at my gullible reporter’s place. Her house was quite small, but I could manage. I fed her some lies, saying that after the incident that night I was insulted and bullied by everyone at home, so I decided to leave. I told her I couldn’t stay in a place where I wasn’t loved. She believed me. Obviously, she had no choice. She was completely under my strings, and now she was at work while I was alone in her quiet apartment. Even though the place smelled like newspapers, it was still manageable.

Off to the side, a small desk with a computer stood neatly against the wall. The room was spotless, immaculately organized. The only odd thing was the clothing rack—there wasn't a single shirt or jacket hanging on it. Instead, it was lined with lingerie, plus black and white stockings draped side by side. I glanced twice before quickly looking away, feeling oddly embarrassed. I didn't want to jump to conclusions, but… a single bed? No wonder Colin never came over. That bed was way too small for two people to get up to anything. Following the strange rustling sound, I looked toward the desk. Sitting on top were little plastic bags girls often used to keep their accessories, and under the fain

When I finally picked up, the first thing she said was, “Honey, I’m feeling really unwell today. Can you wire me two thousand dollars? I need to get more asthma medication.” Hearing her voice, a scoff surfaced in my heart. She had no idea I had uncovered her lies. She still thought I was the same gullible fool she could push around. If I sent her the money now, she would definitely use it to refill Derek’s medication. With that thought, I replied coldly, “I’m in the hospital. I don’t have money to send you.”

“You know, the story you said about us sounded familiar.” I played oblivious, and moved to a trophy shelf, “what story?” “The part about me having a crush on you.” “Oh that part.” I giggled nervously. “Creative liberty?” He hummed, as if holding back a smile. “It just popped in my head, I was nervous, I don’t feel comfortable lying to them. They seem like nice people.” “Trust me, This is a little lie compared to what our lives are built on.” His voice was right by my ear, I jolted in shock and turned.

The entirety of South City had witnessed our love. On our wedding day, he swore on God, "Lia, I'll never betray you, and I'll never hurt you." And yet, in the end, he did both. Suddenly, I felt so, so tired… I lay on the floor the whole night, my mind never stopped resting. When morning came, I made my decision. I called my father, Midas Medina. "Dad, Medina Group is expanding its business in Lumiere City lately, right? I want to go there for a while, to learn and see how things work."

When I was too busy to eat during hectic shoots, he would drop off hot food at the door without intruding on my space. I didn’t so much as look at him. All the hurt in the past stung and burned. I couldn’t bring myself to give him a chance to get close to me. Late one night, Leena started burning up. Her cheeks were flushed red, and her breathing shallow. She sobbed until her voice gave out. It was raining heavily outside. Cradling the baby, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t stock any medicine at home, and the hospital was far. It was impossible to get a cab in the middle of the night.

he said in a soft tone like she was a nine year old. Summer laughed nervously, tossing the pens aside. “I'm sorry Seth, I was only showing Phoebe something in the textbook.” “LIAR!” I wanted to scream at the top of my voice but then again, why would I want to justify myself to someone like Seth? He would clearly side with her. He gave a small nod and sat back on his seat. “Okay.” “We're not done, kitty cat. Sit down.” he added. A dry scoff escaped my lips but I sat back and picked up the pen again.

Anyway, we’re not talking about them today. I lie a lot. Not all the time though, just enough to make my life comfortable and more interesting. People think liars are evil masterminds who spend hours plotting events and manipulating everyone around them. Well, that’s bullshit. Most lies are small, harmless, convenient. For example, when Mr. Gray asked why I left my previous workplace, I told him I wanted a change of environment. That was a lie. When Gracie asked if I liked working here, I told her yes.