Live No Lies Novels & Stories

She could feel the wetness of his spit on her all over again and with every repeat it was worse. “Wanna talk about it?” Indi asked as she got up and moved to sit beside the fireplace. “No.” Lisa replied not looking at her. “A problem shared is a problem halved.” lyra said cheerfully and lisa glared at her. “I used to have nightmares.” Indi said. “I was at Eastden.” lyra gasped at the name but lisa didn’t react. “It was an awful battle.” lyra explained to lisa. “So many people died…” she stopped talking as she looked at Indi’s blank face.

My husband, Mitch Cooley, has been with me through my fifth year of battling depression. While searching for recipes online, a notification for a late-night livestream for anonymous confessions pops up on my phone screen. "What's the biggest lie your husband has ever told you?" I tap on the notification out of curiosity as my eyes are drawn to the profile picture showing two hands tightly clasped together. The interviewee replies, "I'm still single, but if it's about my stupid best friend, then she'd been lied to by her husband three times. "The first time, her ex-boyfriend died in a car crash while cheating on her, and her now-husband hid the truth on purpose so that she thought the ma

Lucy Bennett is about to marry Adrian Vale as church doors close. The groom at the altar isn’t Adrian. It’s his estranged twin brother, Alexander. The Vale family reveals Adrian vanished after uncovering a conspiracy buried within their empire. If his disappearance becomes public before the wedding, the inheritance controlling the company will fall into the hands of those Adrian was trying to expose. Walking away would destroy Lucy’s father’s company, cost employees their jobs, and erase the evidence Adrian risked everything to uncover. So Lucy makes the choice. She marries the wrong brother. But Lucy refuses to become a bride. While the world celebrates their marriage,

THE tax that the government collects is for the benefit of the country, not for my medical expenses or other people’s extravagant expenditures. I need to speak with my father later. In the midst of my inaction, I decided to activate my cellphone and look for what-if events on the internet. Unexpectedly, I stumbled on a website titled Live Suicide, which piqued my interest, so I clicked on it and read the passage. Live Suicide is an exclusive platform where people put an end to their lives and commit suicide virtually where many rich people can watch it!

His voice remains calm. Controlled. That somehow makes it worse. I stare out the glass windows of my office. The city stretches endlessly below. Busy. Loud. Alive. Meanwhile my heart suddenly feels too loud inside my chest. “You left,” I say quietly. Another pause. Then— “I did.” No excuses. No lies. No attempt to deny it. And somehow that annoys me even more. “You don’t get points for honesty now.” “I know that too.” God. Why does he sound like this?

He lounged on the sofa, with Macie Rogers snuggled against him, and shouted, "Come on, take it off! Or I'll cut off your mom's treatment right now." The thought of my mom, sick in the hospital, made my hands tremble as I started to unbutton my shirt, exposing a part of my chest. The crowd's eyes were glued to me, some even whistling mockingly. Suddenly, a warm jacket landed on my shoulders, enveloping me. Adrian's eyes blazed with fury as he stared at me down. "Liliana, you've got guts!" Tears filled my eyes as I met his gaze. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

“I’m just telling the truth.” I wanted to slap him. Or maybe I wanted to scream. I couldn’t decide which. “You don’t know anything about truth,” I hissed. “You live in Marco’s shadow, doing his dirty work, thinking that makes you better than everyone else. It doesn’t.” He tilted his head slightly, his tone still calm. “And yet, here you are — living under his roof.” “This is Cal’s roof technically, not Marco's.” “Hmmm, is it now?”

"Thank you for sharing that with us, Mr. Damian. I'm sure the viewers are just as stunned as we are." "Before we end," Damian said, voice suddenly softer, "may I say something to my wife?" "Of course!" the anchor said, nearly leaping out of his seat. Please, God, let me keep this job forever. At that exact moment, every major social media platform lit up with hashtags: #AlexanderGroup #DamianConfession #WhoIsLivia #LiveOnTVxx Damian turned to face the main camera directly. "Thank you for standing beside me until today. From now on... just keep looking at me and loving me. Because I'll be doing the same. Livia Shelby... I love you. With my whole life."

“You didn’t put your hands on me in the way you’re thinking. We had an argument. We disagreed. It happens in every relationship. I’m fine. Nothing happened last night.” For the first time since waking, he looked at me directly. Just for a second. Then his gaze dropped again. “Say it,” I pressed, desperate. “Say nothing happened last night.” I waited, hope flickering weakly in my chest. But as the seconds stretched, it became clear he wasn’t going to give me the lie I wanted. Finally, he spoke, his voice quiet but devastatingly final. “Something happened last night, Lizzie. I’m sorry… but I can’t lie to myself.”

Zoe calling. I answered with a groan. “Hey.” “Liv?? What the fuck did I just listen to? Are you okay? Where are you? I’m coming to get you right now… ” “I’m fine,” I lied. “You are not fine! You’re crying and smoking and talking about moving countries! What the hell happened? Was that the kiss cam? I saw clips starting to pop up but I thought it was edited or something… ” “It wasn’t edited.” My voice sounded flat even to me. “It was very real. Very tongue-forward.”