Little White Lies Novels & Stories

Though my mind is still unclear, at least I am now able to breathe properly, and I think that it would be enough for now. -----"White lies are still lies even if you try to justify them, even half-truths are considered lies too. Those who think that these are permissible to tell will end up seeing the world in a different way, which is way dark and different. So, you better learn to think wisely before trying to do so, whether you are ready enough to face all the consequences of using such a powerful curse."-----

Cristine explained cautiously, unsure whether she was doing the right thing. Isn't a white lie still a lie? Little Tristan sadly stated, "Yeah, I know, but I'm also aware that you're not really my true mom and dad." He was holding back tears. Cristine feels soft. If lying can comfort someone, would you still do it? Cristine still will. Cristine wraps her arms around little Tristan and says nothing. Cristine gave Tristan a sidelong glance. She is aware that he is concerned as well. They went silent for a time. They simply gave the child some time to gather his thoughts.

Liviana was a liar. She was a good liar- she lied for good reasons; for safety and peace of mind. Fibs is what she called them, minimizing the act of deception by telling herself that it wasn't with any ill intent. She wasn't a horrible person or untrustworthy- she was smart. She was careful. And she only did what was necessary for her survival. She told little white lies, which, in comparison to the lies her parents told- waving them like a red flag as they dared the world to call them out, was nothing. Compared to the rest of her family, Liviana Castelli was a saint.

I took in a deep breath, glad I caught his attention. “You have been supporting me and trying your best to make me feel safe and welcome here. I really appreciate that. I just want to let you know that I won’t be staying here for long. Once I get a grip on myself and heal completely, I will find a well-paying job and leave at one because I don’t think your wife likes me very much. It’s that obvious.” That was what I like to call a little white lie. Of course, there was no way I was going to leave or try to find a well-paying job. The only person who will be doing that will be B.

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

They never changed it. “You see, I’ve heard all you’ve said. It’s all very closeted. Ah, you no go school, let me bring that down a bit. It’s all surface talks. I’ve heard it all before. Everyone says it when they wish to pull people in. You know, I call it the white lies,” I said with scorn. She made a move to contradict me, but I plunged on. “I don’t want to argue about it. I have honestly made up my mind not to work for either of you. It’s nothing personal. So, keep that offer to someone else,” I advised, rising to my feet, as I grabbed my purse.

“That’s Lyra. They say it’s named after a lyre that could charm even the gods.” “It’s beautiful,” I whisper. “You always look at things like that,” he says suddenly, voice low. “Like you want to believe in the stories. Even the sad ones.” I turn to look at him. He’s already watching me. “It’s easier than believing in silence,” I reply, just as quietly. His hand is still in mine. And I don’t let go. But just as I begin to breathe in that fragile sense of calm, it hits me—this is wrong.

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed

even when i don't deserve it. “Mom! I swear I am doing nothing wrong.” I said again lying and yet not. What is it called? White lie right? Apparently, my life is becoming just that. since the day i have come to know Aaron is my mate my life is just that. a big fat white lie. i am always hiding either from Aaron or from my families and friends. honestly, by now this relationship is looking more of a burden than a blessing.

He said. "It's not a lie, Jameson." Lucinda rolled her eyes, wondering why her son-in-law was so uptight. "Then what is it?" He asked, folding his arms as he waited for a response. "A white lie. It's a lie that is meant to do good." She defended, sounding so sure of her argument. "How is it meant to do good?" He asked. "She'll come home is the good that's meant to happen!" Lucinda yelled, breathing heavily through her nose.