Little White Lies Meaning Novels & Stories

We might get caught up in some of our messes and in order to clean them you need to put a white lie over it and make it convincing for others to believe. I have always been a passionate businessman who has always aimed for success and pride in whatever I do. I am not a killer or whatever you must be thinking, but I am just one who wouldn't let anything or anyone get into my way to success. So for that, I befriended a lot of men, made them take some falls for me, and promised them that I would make their family's lives better.. And the heart of men is pure I guess because they always genuinely believe me.

He might even try to punch the driver if he interfered. Well, had he changed? When he saw his face, he looked frustrated. Was he disappointed that she and Lillian lied to him? Well, let’s talk about lies and lying. How many times did Allan lie to him before, when they were still in a relationship? The fingers in her two hands wouldn’t be enough to count them. How many times he had lied since reappearing in her life? It was her who always told him that lying was bad. But white lies, especially when you’re lying to save yourself maybe wasn’t really bad, especially if you’re not hurting anyone. She would glance back now and then while they were travelling to see if Allan was following them, and

“What? No!” "What am I going to expect? I've encountered so many women in my life, and all of them have this unusual attachment to spitting lies out of their mouths," he said, gesturing spitting lie by flicking all his fingers in the air. "Are you a spitter of lies?" "No," I instantly answered, believing there was a huge difference between keeping things to myself and lying. And if I ever lied, it was a white lie. No one could get hurt with a white lie. Just me.

I asked emotionless, he smiled in my direction but I can't reply to the kind of smiling he's giving. "You'll need to take this cause I know you can still be treated-" "You're lying." I cut him off as I stood up and got the book that I was reading these past few days. I opened the book and went through some pages that I marked earlier. "Not all people using white lies can make other people feels great, something the truth is the most valuable words that we can hear even though it hurts." I loudly read one phrase from the book. "I know you understand that." I added as I looked back at him but he was still smiling with his comfortable look.

I explain as her tears dry on her sweet little pixie-like face. "I can understand that, but you lied to me. You told me you would never lie, and then you did. You told me you hadn't thought it...you lied," she says while sniffling, and my head tilts out of confusion. "I believe that's called a white lie...doesn't count," I mumble, and she begins to scowl. "It does too. I want an honest relationship," she says with so much sass her little hands find her slim hips.

I said, raising a brow at him. He blinked back at me. Then he laughed. “I can’t believe you remembered that word for word. And I can’t believe you fell for that!” “Of course! You said you don’t tell lies.” “White lies don’t count.” “White lies are lies you tell so you wouldn’t hurt another person’s feelings.” “What about lies you tell to get the other person to admit the truth about what she’s feeling?” he asked me matter-of-factly. “What?”

I was about to go back upstairs to go check if mom and dad were in their room but then Hamdi stopped me with a question that I wasn't sure I was going to be able to answer. ***chapter begins*** "Why did you get married without my knowledge," Hamdi said in a rough voice, and I could hear the feeling of being hurt from his voice. I honestly didn't know how to answer his question, because I know I couldn't tell the truth about the situation, and lying to him would only break my heart, so I'm stuck between telling him a white lie or telling him something that I know is a complete lie. I stood for a while weighing my options before deciding to tell him a white lie even though I know a lie is a li

Nagkibit siya ng balikat ang nag-iwas ng tingin. I pursed my lips before I spoke. "How I wish, it didn't came this far." "This is better, Elie than to leave in lies. We all played with lies and finally, the time has come." He muttered and looked at me seriously. "It's so hard to live in lies, everyday Elie and I couldn't even tell it to you." He added and his tears fell.

I swing open the fridge, grabbing a coke. “Yeah? When’s the last time you told a lie?” I ask Levi as I hold up a can of Coke. He nods and I toss him the can. “Yesterday. Told my mom her dress looked good when it was fucking hideous.” I crack open my soda and flop down on the couch beside Levi. I try not to smile, but a small chuckle escapes. “Yeah, well, that's a white lie. It’s different.” “How is it different?” “It’s harmless.”

I raised my arms in mock surrender before taking a sit on the stool in front of the island. "Why did you put whip cream in my palms?" "Coz it's fun. Duh." I rolled my eyes playfully, just to make him angrier. Hey, we may set a truce earlier, but you can't blame me! Old habits die hard! He continued glaring, but this time, he asked, "You didn't do anything else... right?" Oh... So he didn't look at a mirror. "Yup." I lied cheekily. - A white lie, not a total lie. I'm white, and I lied. I think that kind of works.