Live No Lies Novels & Stories

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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."

The door clicked shut behind us, and I spun away from his touch. "What do you mean by those words you told Sylvia, Lance?" I demanded, yanking my arm free. My chest was tight with frustration. He lied. Boldly, shamelessly. He told her we were engaged. And he looked like he meant it. "I'm angry, Lance. I'm furious. How could you just say that?" He didn't flinch. "You can scream all you want here, Jullie," he said calmly. "No one will hear you in this part of the manor."

She began to tremble. This is not real. This is not happening. Her eyes was deceiving her. The video… “Sandra!” Sandra looked down and saw her friends approaching her, their expressions filled with worry. “We're so sorry! We told the event planner to play the recorded videos of you at a young age,” Lily was saying. “But when he inserted the disk, this video showed instead,” said Vera . It can't be. It can't be. “Sandra?” Katy turned to the tech guy and shouted:

Seeing that, Caleb finally realized that he had been completely deceived by this vicious woman. "You lying snake!" he roared, his eyes blazing red. "How dare you lie to me!" He yanked out the recorder and slammed it in her face. "Listen to yourself!" As her own voice echoed through the room, Ruby's face turned ashen. But she quickly snapped out of it and tried to deny it. "That's not me! Zoe must've faked it to turn you against me!" "Faked it?" Caleb looked at her coldly. He pulled out his phone and made a video call. "Dr. Lane, please repeat what you told me."

This was the undeniable reality. The secretary continued, "The child developed leukemia due to malnutrition. Sharon borrowed money from everywhere to pay for treatment. But on the way to the hospital, he died in pain…" The secretary was about to go on, but Sofia slammed the phone to the ground. Joe couldn't hold it in. Tears poured freely. He hadn't realized how much his deception had cost them. His lies… had taken his son's life. The more he thought, the tighter his chest twisted. The only relief was to slap himself hard, over and over, while cursing himself a fool, a monster.

“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.

I heard about Piero's recent life from other classmates. After that day, he and Vivian had a huge fight. He said he still loved me, wanted to divorce Vivian, and blamed her for keeping him from marrying me. Vivian was furious, blurting out that she never had cancer. It was all a lie to get him to marry her. When she went abroad and learned Piero was with me, she couldn't accept it. Knowing he'd liked her before, she crafted a lie, and it worked.

“Alright, here are mine: One, I’ve been skydiving. Two, I can cook gourmet meals. Three, I hate heights.” “I bet the lie is skydiving,” Kieran said. “No, I think it’s the gourmet meals,” Thalia argued. Lily smirked. “The lie is that I hate heights. I actually love them.” “You weirdo!” Marcus laughed. The pack laughed and applauded. “Kieran, your turn,” Lily said, passing the game to him. Kieran stood up, scratching his head. “Okay, let’s see: One, I’ve never been in a serious relationship. Two, I’m a great painter. Three, I’m afraid of the dark.”