Live Not By Lies Novels & Stories

[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.

“Oh, so you’ve seen the papers, haven’t you?” “You said you were going to contact them to change it.” “I lied,” she answered carelessly. “You know, the same way you lied to Dylan Bass and told him my proposal was yours.” “That’s what this is about?” “What? You think I was just going to let you get away with pulling such a dirty trick? Of course, that’s what this is about? How does it feel to not be given the credit you deserve, Dominic? I bet it’s an amazing feeling.”

"I would've thought that out of everyone, you'd be the one most against my decision to remain concealed. You do hate liars after all." "Yes, but there is lying to hurt others, and lying for the greater good, and this decision will no doubt be for the latter. Not to mention, you're not technically lying to them, you're just not telling them everything. It's not like anyone has actually asked whether you're Kalani Ivashkov yet."

Casen stood there paralyzed. Snapping his head back, he looked Tyler in the eye. “What did you say?” Without a second delay, Tyler whipped out an international fashion magazine. The model on the cover glowed with confidence. “Look at the model. She’s a spitting image of Donna!” Casen stared at the cover, his fingers trembling. Tyler was right. The model was me. After faking my death, I traveled to Finland all on my own. I threw away every trace of my past to live for myself.

They were small lies. Easy lies. Lies I could prove whenever I needed to. So when Vivien asked if this was how I had been living with the Riley family, constantly throwing around huge lies I couldn't possibly prove, she was wrong. “I've always been good at making the easy lies I can prove.” I looked directly at her. “I make sure that whatever I tell the Rileys is something they will never be able to catch me lying about. And so far, I've succeeded. They will never discover who I truly am.”

She forgot that live streams leave records, and so do lies. New York is not kind to lies. It simply lets them climb high enough that the fall makes a sound. Tomorrow morning. Release it after she speaks again.

Lance The truth doesn't cost you anything, but the lie costs you everything! That's what they say, but in my case, both can cost me everything. Both will destroy my life, so whoever made that statement, didn't think twice. Lies kill relationships, but the truth will kill mine too. Maybe I'm making a stupid decision, of course I'm making a stupid decision, like I always do ,, but sometimes stupid decisions saves live-I think. I feel like a selfish brat, but I am afraid of the consequences of opening my big mouth. Sometimes it's better to remain silent, even if it's eating you up inside. Who knows how he would react if I tell him, yo, your mom set everything up. You didn't kill that guy or fuc

Jane The truth doesn't cost you anything, but the lie costs you everything! That's what they say, but in my case, both can cost me everything. Both will destroy my life, so whoever made that statement didn't think twice. Lies kill relationships, but the truth will kill mine too. Maybe I'm making a stupid decision. Of course I'm making a stupid decision, like I always do, but sometimes stupid decisions save lives—I think. I feel like a selfish brat, but I am afraid of the consequences of opening my big mouth. Sometimes it's better to remain silent, even if it's eating you up inside. Who knows how he would react if I told him, "Yo, your mom set everything up." You didn't kill that guy or fuck

There’s no hint of emotion in my voice. I don’t want there to be. Not with her. “That story has been killed,” Ruby answers. “Although, I thought the title Black Ties and White Lies was pretty fucking epic for the name.” I grunt. I wouldn’t hate the title if the article on the center of the website tomorrow wasn’t originally planned to out everything that’s transpired between Margo and me. All the lies included. I’d be fine with the world knowing the lies I’d told to get her, but I don’t want Margo’s name anywhere near it. Especially with how big tonight is for her. I don’t want anything clouding it tomorrow.

I ran my hand along the wall, the dresser, the bedpost, just to make sure it was all real. When everyone went to bed, Emily stayed behind with me in the living room. We sat in silence for a while, just listening to the ticking clock. “You know,” she said quietly, “you’re stronger than you think.” I smiled faintly. “Maybe. Or maybe I just got tired of being broken.” She looked at me, her eyes warm. “Either way, you made it.” Deep down, something still lingered. A faint unease I couldn’t name, it felt like I was living a lie and I'd still go back to that hole. The deep scar in my chest throbbed, I held my chest tightly.