Little White Lies Novels & Stories

“I just… I owe you. More than a drink. More than anything.” She nodded, eyes on the amber liquid. Downed it. Signaled for another. “I’m Warren.” “Jayla.” Her voice was soft now. Tired. “Its obvious something is bothering you. You don’t have to talk,” I said. “But if you want to… I’m here.” She laughed, but it broke in the middle. “You don’t want my story, Warren. It’s ugly.” “I just pretended to be your husband for an hour. I think I can handle ugly.”

I asked. He blinked. “Excuse me?” “How much are you paying me to lie to your mother and the entire internet? How much for my service?” A slow, surprised smile tugged at his lips. “I like you,” he said. “That’s unfortunate.” What a man, what a first day, and what the hell?

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"She said it would not leave. She warned that the memory and the whispers would not leave until I warned you." "What was her warning?" "You are not to come looking for them." "Them?" Lord White inquired. He needed to be sure he meant the five whispers. "Yes. They are five. All beautiful goddesses, made from the sea, and the silence of trees. Seek out silence, and you'll find them in peace. Seek out trouble, or dare shout amongst trees, and you'll also find them. However, the latter wouldn't bode well for the person who does. The former, you will find them, and with love."

“One, I love video games. Two, I once pushed a stranger in a pool. Three, I love pickles. Which one’s the lie?’ he said and we started guessing. “You love pickles is the lie,” I spoke first. “I agree with Muff,” Michane followed and next was Krys who also agreed. “Bro, we know you. You could easily push somebody off even on a cliff.” We all laughed at what Levine said. “Okay, I’m next. One, I know how to dance. Two, I have three siblings. Three, I forget a lot about birthdays,” Krysyle said, making our brows furrow. “There’s literally no lie there, Krysyle Verlice,” I answered. “There is!” she exclaimed. “I’m guessing she knows how to dance is a lie,” Clint answered, making me do a facepalm.

She said as she pulled on some fresh clothes. “Bet you are…” Nela said and they both giggled. “Come on, Mira’s already digging in and if you’re not quick there won’t be anything left.” They walked out of her bedroom. And Mira turned, her mouth half stuffed with food to see them. “lisa!” Indi said. “How are you feeling?” “I’m good thanks.” “It wasn’t the mermaids was it? Maybe they were too strong..” “No it wasn’t that.” lisa said but she couldn’t think of anything else to say. She didn’t want to lie to them.

"Mom, what did you tell him? Did you tell him anything about my work?" "No, I didn't. But why are you so upset?” “Mom,” Jill took her mother's hands and looked at her intently, “please promise you won't tell anyone here that I'm a cop. You mustn't lose a note about it.' 'I don't understand, there's nothing wrong with it,' said Alice, irritated. 'You know, the other girls here all have very simple jobs and I didn't want to attract attention. Cop's a bit unusual, so I said I'm a supermarket cashier,' Jill tried to convince her. "So please, don't say a word about my actual job."

He would beat the life out of me. "Hey, Temp. What are you doing?" She asks. I slightly smile at her happy voice. Although I'm not happy, I know she is. "Just woke up from a nap." I lie. It seems like I've told a billion lies from living this life. Lying consumes me. It's my identity. She couldn't know the truth. "Lazy ass." She jokes. "Anyways, would you come over?" I take a minute before responding. She should know my answer. I haven't been over in

Luke was tall and lean, his 6'1" frame impressively statuesque. His posture was impeccable, his gait unhurried yet purposeful, more striking than any runway model. I was lost in thought, watching him leave, until Brian's voice snapped me back to reality. "What are you looking at, Ms. Middleton?" "A... a fly," I stammered. "A fly in our office?" Brian looked around. "Where?" "It was just there!" I pointed vaguely above. "I'll tell the cleaners to thoroughly disinfect the office after hours," Brian said. I felt guilty about my white lie creating extra work for the cleaning staff. Understanding the struggles of working people, I quickly backtracked, "Maybe I was seeing things. Let's get back to

ASHLEY P.O.V "I don't have anything with me apart from my ID," I replied, attempting to sound bold. But despite my best efforts, my voice betrayed me, coming out shaky instead. As I filled out the loan application, my hands trembled, making it difficult to write my name with confidence. Deep down, I knew my financial history was far from ideal, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of fear that the secretary would reject me outright. However, I couldn't afford to give up hope just yet. There had to be a chance, especially since I no longer owed them any money. Ethan had promised to clear my debt if I came to dinner with him, and I had faith that he, being a wealthy man, would uphold his word.