Little White Lies Novels & Stories

she says. “But you do not know what we do here?” he asks. “Can I be completely honest with you, Mr. Myles,” she asks. “Please do,” he responds. “I just got divorced and moved back here. I have a degree and I am good with people. I will work my ass o for you. I am sorry I am not a male if that is what you are looking for, but I will come when called. And to be completely honest I have got to work and I do not want to work in that damn cheese factory,” she says all in one breath.

Darien paused, as if anticipating her question, his gaze falling to the floor. He dropped his legs, smiled at her, and nodded, preparing to answer her question. “I… I am not who you think I am,” he explained, his voice barely above a whisper as he scratched his scalp awkwardly. “ There is something I have not been truthful about, but I will not tell you what it is until the time comes. We have only just met, so I do not think it is a good idea to start spilling such personal information. It is up to you to decide whether you should trust me in the meantime."

They were small lies. Easy lies. Lies I could prove whenever I needed to. So when Vivien asked if this was how I had been living with the Riley family, constantly throwing around huge lies I couldn't possibly prove, she was wrong. “I've always been good at making the easy lies I can prove.” I looked directly at her. “I make sure that whatever I tell the Rileys is something they will never be able to catch me lying about. And so far, I've succeeded. They will never discover who I truly am.”

But it came out so small and so loud at the same time that Riley pulled me into a real hug, the kind that hurts your ribs, and I let her because what else was I gonna do? We sat there on the bathroom floor for I don’t even know how long, whispering plans that sounded ridiculous even as we said them fake “I miss you” texts, fake “one last time” hookups, fake casual hair-stealing while my brain kept spinning through every single unprotected second that led me here. The party noise from last night felt like it happened to someone else. The 98th percentile felt like a joke. All I had now was three plastic sticks, one best friend who refused to leave, and a whole list of guys I was gonna have to

Silence lingered between us while he obviously weighed the decision between making sure I was safe last night and being scarred for life. “Daddy,” I said sweetly. “Have I ever lied to you? And that time I climbed out of my bedroom window for that keg party when I was seventeen so does not count!” “And the time you borrowed my truck to drive to Raleigh to get your hair done for prom, or the time you told me you’d cleared out the basement to get the expensive prom dress but hadn’t, or the time you told me you’d be back straight after prom and snuck in at two a.m.”

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?”

He didn't want to spin an exaggerated story, nor did he want to give Julian reason for investigating him, so he quickly lied through his teeth. "I'm from a small town called Gilford. There I have a trading and export business. Although it doesn't bring in too much, it's still enough for me to get by. You know what they say, it's not an easy job, but at least it's honest," Warren said as he laughed awkwardly. If there is one thing that Warren learned over the course of his life, it's that the best way to tell a lie, is to mix a little truth into it.

Ashton calls after us. I Laughed in glee and swallowed down the guilt. Sometimes the only way for us to get the things we want in life is to tell a little white lie but it is okay, as long as the truth doesn’t come out and Noah will never find out the truth about what really happened that day.

I love you so much. “It’s just a bug, or something I’ve eaten. I’ll be okay. I’m starting to feel a little better now.” I try for a convincing smile, tilting my face toward him, but his face only hardens some more. I feel fragile and my voice is exposing my little white lie. He doesn’t like what he sees, and I know it’s futile to hide this from him.

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.