Little White Lies Meaning Novels & Stories

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.

said Emily with a joking smile . " You !!!.........." said Kiara and threw the pillow next to her to Emily . " Come on ! You were blushing so much . It was fun seeing you like that so I thought of saying a white lie . No one is harmed right ?! " said Emily with a joking smile as she watched the pillow before it hit her . " You meanie ! " said Kiara . " Okay ! Okay ! I am sorry ! " said Emily with a smile . ' Although it turned into a lie , it's not a dangerous lie . It's a white lie ! ' thought Emily with a laugh .

“I heard that a doll like that turns into a full colony of hair lice at night. They’ll nest in your hair and eat your scalp.” “That’s not true!” little me screams, voice trembling on the edge of tears. “Really?” Tobias asks, still staring at the ceiling. “It’s a lie because that’s not what you want to hear, El. You’ll only believe what you want to hear, even if it’s a lie. You always do.” “What does that even mean?” I snort, hugging the doll tighter. Tobias chuckles, a soft, knowing sound. “You’ll figure it out someday. And you’re right. I am a liar.”

“Shame on you.” “But you do it all the time!” “Hey!” I pointed a finger at him. “I’ll have you know that I am an honest liar!” “What does that even mean?” “It means…” I placed a hand over my heart and stared into Ren’s eyes. “..That I put a lot of effort into lying and when I do lie, I honestly do it with all my heart and full of emotions that it makes you feel that I am telling the truth.” I smiled peacefully as soon as the words left my mouth as if I just gifted them a bit of my wisdom.

Our teacher used this example to tell us that we should be honest, or else it could lead to serious consequences. Damon stiffened and instinctively glanced at Nyla, relieved to find she wasn't looking at him. He sat down next to Mason and played with him, saying, "Buddy, your teacher is right. But there's also a kind of lie called a 'white lie.' It's not meant for yourself but to protect others from being hurt. That kind of lie can be forgiven." Mason immediately countered, "But lying is still lying, right? No matter if it's for a good intention or not, it's still lying!"

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.

“Did your Dad ask you?” He did not answer, but instead focused on his coloring books. “No one asked me. I’m just curious. That’s all. You are not listening to me, Miss Autumn,” he grumbled and swung his feet under the table. “I don’t believe it. Do you know that it’s bad to lie?” It was either Hugh or Maddox. But the question was, why would they do that? “Uncle Maddox said that there are what you call white lies. He said that there are situations where we are asked to lie.”

"Those white lies are for your good. That's what I think" I shake my head and let out a smile that didn't reach my eyes "There's no such thing as white lies Gordon because all lies are dark" A tear escape from my eyes but I held my chin up "Mom lied to me, I thought she was happy but she wasn't because Dad loves someone else and that is Mommy Adie. All along, since the very beginning... I have a broken family"

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed