Novel & Cerita Live Not By Lies

I started, placing one hand on her shoulder to show temporary comfort. "I'll tell you about something called the almadate. My friend Luke, the tall one you must have seen with me on news, he invented it as a temporary means against the liar gas so when you told me you found out I was bisexual, the only way to protect myself was to lie." I sighed, moving further up the bed, drawing my knees to my chest and leaning my elbow against them. "But that's the same thing as lesbianism." She pointed out, a disapproving look on her face.

“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’ll put them together tonight.” He came closer, his steps silent. “About my question earlier…” I looked at him. “I told you because you chose to listen,” I said honestly. “Because you didn’t ask me to deny it for the sake of your pride. You asked me to tell the truth.” Ryder exhaled, long. “In the pack, lies destroy faster than wounds.” “Outside the pack,” I replied, “lies are often given a stage.” He smiled faintly. “You’ll fit in here.”

I turn around and leave the place. Since when did my life become a lie full of secrets? Since when did a sword pierce my chest? I never wanted perfection because I know I'm perfectly imperfect, but I don't think I deserved to be betrayed like this, not from behind my back. I've learned that loyalty, honesty, and respect are just lies because in the end we always live in a damn nest of vipers that at the first chance start devouring you, ignoring their own words, being more hypocritical than our dear Lucifer.

he asks quietly. “It’s Layla. She doesn’t forgive,” I reply, stating the obvious. “Yeah… she doesn’t. I’m still paying the price for one lie,” he mutters. “And here we are. With countless lies spoken,” I remark. “Yeah… because we made a promise, and if lying is the only way to keep that promise, then we carry on lying until the fucking end.” I nod slowly, staring out at the blurred lights that we zoom past. “Yeah, till death do we lie.”

Full of drives. Full of lies.

Too bad for you, b*tch! We all settle in the black van, and we hit the road to my place of interview. I don't know how the moron, Ejay, did it, but he was able to secure an interview for me with a famous reporter from the best TV station in this country. The interview will be recorded, then it will be aired live at ten, and after that, I am sure I will get more live interviews. I have recited everything that Ejay wants me to say, and it's stuck in my mind. It hurts me to have to lie to the public, but I have no choice. I have to tell these lies for my own good, because if I make a mistake, I will be dead before the citizens can hear my story at ten. So I have to remember all the do's and don

Denvert Sanchez said and I really tried so hard to act on the disguise. I know that lying is a bad thing but Ms. Deandra said that sometimes one had to tell lies so a person can survive. Not to mention that all people on earth tell lies, it can be bad or good but all the same, it is a lie. I should not think of being righteous in any situation. If I need to lie to survive I must, if I need to be heartless to live I will, and if by lying I can stay with my family then... I will try my best. “I see, does your girlfriend love lovely dresses? I can design one for you to give her as a gift.” I said and Mr. Denvert chuckles as he drinks his martini.

He had never known a day of indulgence in his life. I had once believed that if I just worked hard enough, earned enough money, I could ransom Joe and provide a shield over my son and me. But all along, it had been a lie. My years of toil were nothing but a cruel joke. Tears fell onto the ashes, and only then did I realize my face was already soaked. I turned off the screen, wiped my tears, and closed my eyes tightly. 'Joe… I'm done playing along with your lies.' …

The city slipped by outside dark storefronts, empty streets, the glow of distant traffic lights. “You know,” I said finally, my voice low, “our whole lives have been built on lies. My mother lied to protect me. Your father lies to control everyone. Rebecca lied to herself. And me I’ve been lying to myself since the day I met you.” Alex turned his head toward me, eyes glassy with pain. “How?” “Because I wanted to believe we could be normal. That love could fix everything. But nothing about this is normal.”