Little White Lies Novels & Stories

Not that I would win anyway. So with a feeling of sadness, I let out a white lie. "I am not poor, I can afford what I want but I work at a diner." It wasn't a lie. I wasn't poor. I could afford anything I wanted and I did get a job at a diner that day. "Yes, I won!" He jubilated, fist-pumping the air. "Guess who owes me three wishes?" "Ha ha, very funny. Now say it already," "First, your name?"

Violet nodded softly in agreement. She soon became anxious once more, and asked, "What should I do? I lied to him. I was shoved into the sea, but I didn't tell him. Will he be upset if he discovers the truth? I just got confused and...forgot to explain when I saw the way he treated me." "A harmless white lie can deepen a relationship. It's not necessarily a bad thing." Lucius seemed happy after learning how much she cared for him. George gave a reassuring smile. He smiled so heartily, his wrinkles spread across his cheeks. It was almost as if he was picturing a future filled with love for them both.

So she decided to tell the truth. "White pill"

I fell on purpose. "She knew about your disloyalty. And when you slapped her, that shattered whatever was left between you." Zoey burst into hysterical laughter, but Julian's face turned grim. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the throat. "How dare you—do you have a death wish?" Zoey's face turned red, but she looked up at him with adoring eyes. “Because I love you, Julian… You lied to me. If I have to suffer, I’ll make sure you do too."

I ran my hand along the wall, the dresser, the bedpost, just to make sure it was all real. When everyone went to bed, Emily stayed behind with me in the living room. We sat in silence for a while, just listening to the ticking clock. “You know,” she said quietly, “you’re stronger than you think.” I smiled faintly. “Maybe. Or maybe I just got tired of being broken.” She looked at me, her eyes warm. “Either way, you made it.” Deep down, something still lingered. A faint unease I couldn’t name, it felt like I was living a lie and I'd still go back to that hole. The deep scar in my chest throbbed, I held my chest tightly.

Stepping into the penthouse, knowing Margo is somewhere in here ready to either crush my heart or help heal it, has me riddled with anxiety. I’m ready to lay it all out on the line for her, but I can admit to myself that I’m terrified none of it will be enough. What if she can’t get past the lies I told her to get her here? I’d thought I was telling small white lies that wouldn’t make a difference, but white lie after white lie has piled up. What if that isn’t something she’ll get past?

"Mr. Whitfield, it's not like that! Rachel was the one who tore up the original proposal to intentionally sabotage our partnership! She has always been narrow-minded and intensely jealous. Now that she's jumped ship to your company, she's definitely just doing this to get revenge on us!" This was probably her usual trick. She thought that shedding a few tears in front of men would boost her credibility and win their forgiveness. I stood to the side, my arms crossed, and spoke calmly. "Walsh & Co. should have security cameras. We'd know exactly who tore up the proposal if we just checked the footage. "Mr. Whitfield's willingness to trust me is based on my professional capabilities. Flora, are

I asked. "I don't know how to explain but I am sure you will kill me for that, " I rose my brows in confusion, "why would I kill you? what had you done?" I asked back to back. "I lied to you bout something, " He says. "What is it?" "Elina, what she told you in the hospital when you thought she lost her memory was right, I lied to you about her health condition she was all fine but-" Then he stopped in the middle of speaking out of the blue.

Even though I couldn't share revealing details, I told her other minor ones to date her curiosity and tried forming a mixed story of half truths. “He's not from work.” Lie “He’s financially stable.” True. “No you haven't seen him before.” Lie “He recognized me easily.” True, now that I knew the truth about Alexander. “He wants to be in the baby's life.” Truth By the time I was done skirting around it, Malina sighed, cradling the half drained cup of coffee she got on the table. “Maybe this is a sign, you know?” She shrugged. “What sign?” I asked, confusion flitting through me. What could she possibly mean?

“Oh, so you’ve seen the papers, haven’t you?” “You said you were going to contact them to change it.” “I lied,” she answered carelessly. “You know, the same way you lied to Dylan Bass and told him my proposal was yours.” “That’s what this is about?” “What? You think I was just going to let you get away with pulling such a dirty trick? Of course, that’s what this is about? How does it feel to not be given the credit you deserve, Dominic? I bet it’s an amazing feeling.”