Little White Lies Novels & Stories

" I stared him down, my face cold as ice. Then I pulled out my phone and hit play on an old recording—his voice with Riley, before they left together. "You lied to me. You didn't go bankrupt. You gave Riley everything, every damn penny. You even wrote her name in your will!" My voice cracked, the anger spilling out. "You let another woman and her kid live fancy while your own children were stuck in a basement, hungry. Sheldon, you're the worst excuse for a father I've ever met." His eyes went wide. He seemed to wonder why I hadn't exposed him sooner. "No, it wasn't like that. I-I was out of my mind. I made a mistake. That's all. I swear, I was just messing around with her. You and the boys,

i went back to my room ,claiming tiredness and laid on my bed texting,my boyfriend and friends,someone knocked on my door,and came in some guy who asked for my laundry,i pointed at my clothes i hadd thrown in the hamper,he took em all. after about an hour i realized my underwear was also in the hamper my face grew red,i sprung up and searched for the laundry room after walking around for like 10min ,i heard a low humming sound that sounded like a washing machine i smiled in victory,but as i got closer i started hearing grunts and whispered cuss words,my curiousity got the best of me,i slowly tip toed to the door,thank god these werent squeaky tiles,i got to the door and it was slightly ajar,

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!"

She was surprised; I knew I had lied to her, even though that wasn't what I was thinking. "Why would you think of that? Are you part of a group looking for someone to fight?" When Unice asked, I burst out laughing. "I'm not a member of any group; perhaps you think those around me are. You made a mistake because I paid them to be my guards and then obeyed me," I responded to Unice, and she nodded in response. Unice sipped her Cola. "But it appears that's how you and your companions are referred to; it's still a group," Unice said to me, her bra strap starting to fall.

“I am asking because, you are very strange and am really confused. You know too much, you are acting obsessively. You live a double lifestyle. What if your other lifestyle is a lie? The one you act as Jake and as seamus. What if it’s a lie? What if your real name isn’t Jake De Walter?” I asked, staring into his eyes. Jake held my gaze without a wavering eye. He looked like he was doing a lot of thinking. He smiled, leaving the bed.

I ask with my head bowed, to afraid to look her in the eyes, I know what they are but I hope my intel is wrong. “My first born son.” She says proudly. My eyes shoot up and a bright smile paints her face. This poor woman has no clue what her son does for a living. “Why, dear, why would you ask such a question and how do you know my son?” She ask suspiciously. Michael and Anya turns their attention to our conversation. I feel my heart sink into my stomach, I divert my eyes from hers and look at Michael. “We are old friends of Gustav.” Michael utters, not even the slightest bit ashamed of telling a white lie to the elderly woman.

“Then why does it look like you? Why does it sound like you?” “Because someone wants me destroyed,” Montez bit out, his voice low and feral. “And they’ve mastered the art of lies.” “It’s as if they’re all popping out of thin air.” She swallowed hard. “The exposé… the testimonies…” He scoffed, his lip curling. “Fabrications. Paid mouths and forged documents. They think they can bury me with rumors.” She clutched her phone tighter, the screen still showing headlines. MONSTER IN A SUIT: WOMEN SPEAK OUT.

She dismissed the teacher with a wave and regarded me in disdain. “Look at how pathetic you are. You’re so pitiful.” She crossed her arms and leveled me with a provocative look. “So?” “Stop pretending to be all high-and-mighty, you piece of trash. I’ll tell you the truth. You could have been walking already, but because I said that I wanted to become the principal dancer, Elwood bribed the doctor to use the wrong medicine on you, which is why your legs are completely gone. You won’t be able to stand up again.

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“Because that's kind of a hard story to believe.” I laughed, this time because I was nervous. “Yes. Why would I lie to you guys?” I continued lying. This was how people sank further and further into lies. For a moment, I imagined the worst. What if I push myself in too deep? What if it became harder to climb out of the lie and I just kept on going and going with it until I couldn't get up again? What if I found myself forgiving Alex all because I couldn't face the world as the cheated-on fiancee?