Live Not By Lies Novels & Stories

" I looked at Mom, who was still her old self, whom I'd known for 18 years. She was habitually twisting the truth and lying to everybody's face. I felt my blood run cold. "Then, let's get a DNA test!" I shouted, wiping the cold sweat off my face. This was my last resort. "Let's get the DNA test now! We'll see the results in front of the doctor and prove who's the liar!" Mom suddenly fell to the floor and threw her arms around Dad's calf, begging and sobbing loudly. "No, Richard! You know how well I've been treating you and the rest of the Larson family all this time! "Are you telling me that so many years of our relationship amount to nothing in the face of this lying bitch's nonsensical wor

“Careful, Lucien.” Lucien didn’t even look his way. Camera flashes bounced off the glass at the end of the hall. Reporters’ voices carried up the stairwell. “Is it true the hospital falsified records?” “Was there a cover-up?” “Is this about the Cole family trial scandal?” Her stomach flipped. This wasn’t private anymore. Her grief had become a headline. Lucien leaned in, barely above a whisper. “If you don’t trust me, fine. But trust this—Daniel doesn’t want the truth clean. He wants it to blow up.”

Don't fuckin tell me you've fallen in love with this man? My stomach twisted. “I...i ..I haven’t. It’s... complicated. He’s dragging his feet on the divorce from Jayla. Election season, headlines—he’s paranoid.” “Paranoid? Or smart?” The voice sharpened, like a knife edge. “You’ve been in that house for months now, belly swelling like a trophy. If you’re not his wife on paper soon, you’re exposed. And if you’re exposed, I expose you. Everything—the lies, the setups, the money trails. Poof. Gone.”

“You’re nothing without me. You want fame? Earn it. If you leak this, I’ll bury you. Heat surges up my throat as I scroll faster, my pulse a frantic drumbeat. Lies coil through the messages like barbed wire.exploitation masquerades as tenderness.every screenshot feels like lifting another board from a rotting floor the stench worsening the deeper i go. across from me Miles watches— shoulders rigid coffee untouched and cooling beside his hand.“They both used people,” he murmurs, voice flat as worn paper. “But Dylan… he liked it.Ella just figured out how to breathe in the wreckage.” i dont notice the tremor in my hands until the phone clatters softly onto the table.my reflection stares back fr

I never imagined it to be all a lie. Before we got married, she had looked at me with a serious expression and said, “There are three things I hope you’ll think carefully about before accepting me. The first thing is that my family was strongly against my staying with my seriously ill ex-boyfriend. That’s why I agreed to go on a blind date with you. But after we get married, I promise to let go of my past.” I looked at her beautiful face, filled with love, and answered without hesitation, “Bailey, I trust you. I can accept that.”

Ruby gave me a pitiful look, like I was somehow the reason she had been poisoned. "It's fine," I said before anyone else could speak. "You can take the front. I'll sit in the back." The whole ride, Ruby cheerfully chattered about food, travel spots, and fun things she wanted to do. Her energy was high, and her skin was glowing. She didn't look sick at all. Meanwhile, I was the one who was truly dying. My organs were already shutting down from advanced Wolf Dissolution Disorder. If I hadn't taken a whole bottle of painkillers before we left, I wouldn't have even made it out the door.

All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie. When Noah graduated college, I cried harder than I had in years. He got a job in New York big lights, big stage, big world. I packed his bags and kissed his forehead. “Call me every Sunday,” I said, fighting tears. He hugged me so tightly that I almost broke and told him everything. But I didn’t. Months passed. Then one Sunday, his voice sounded different. “Mom… I met someone. Well, not like that. A man. Older. He hired me. We talk a lot.”

She stole their daughter's place, took her parents, knew the whole truth the entire time, and still let the real daughter go through all that hell. [I looked it up. Roger Wheeler's biological daughter was the top student in the whole state that year. She had such a bright future ahead of her. And her own parents and that shameless cousin destroyed it. Now she's gone.] [So tragic. She lived her whole life in a lie. And even after she died, the people she loved most spread disgusting rumors about her.] [Samantha, if there's a next life, don't ever run into these horrible parents and that awful cousin again. I hope you have a better life next time.]

Adrian says quietly. Julian’s throat tightens. Adrian continues, slower now, as if each word costs more because it is not polished enough to be safe. “A lie can become the structure of a life. People begin placing things on top of it. Families. Companies. Engagements. Expectations. You tell yourself removing it would cause more damage than leaving it there.” Julian’s chest feels too tight, but he keeps his voice steady. “And does that make leaving it there honest?” “No.”

[This idiot Melissa still isn't rushing to save the finance director—she's actually believing Andy's lies! [If anything happens to the finance director, McKinnon Group is truly beyond saving!] [Such a good man, and he still ended up being killed by Andy!] [Melissa is unbelievably foolish—of all people, she chooses to trust Andy!] Instinctively, I turned my head and met Chelsea's hate-filled gaze. A cold laugh echoed in my heart as I spoke first, "Chelsea, you look so distracted. Something on your mind?" She stiffened, then quickly coughed to cover her panic.