Make Lying Wrong Again Novels & Stories

"You do know that I know you are lying, right?" "What! I’m not lying." "You are and you are very bad at it." I pointed out "Okay fine I am lying but that’s only because I have no choice." He said taking his leg off his lap "I wanted to talk to you Maya and there wasn’t a way to do that." "Wait." I rethink everything. Oh no, he lied about the car. "Please tell me that the car is actually broken." He releases a breath but doesn’t say anything. "You lied about that one too, didn’t you?" I asked

“She sent me something funny. It’s.. an inside joke.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I checked myself. Over-explaining a lie was a textbook mistake, a psychological blunder that served to lessen the effect of your story. This internal analysis just told me one thing. Lying to him was becoming harder, and that was not good. Reagan’s brows pinched, but again, he chose to let it go. I got up to my room and fell on my bed, thinking of ways to be more discreet, smarter, more nonchalant, because that was the key to selling a falsity.

His entire body was taut with anger now. “You’re lying,” he growled. Lily leaned back into her seat, crossing her arms smugly. “If that’s what helps you sleep at night.” Alex’s knuckles turned white. His breathing was heavier now. “You’re lying,” he repeated, but this time, his voice wavered. Lily smiled coldly. “If you say it enough times, maybe you’ll start to believe it.” Alex let out a sharp breath, his grip tightening— But then something changed.

I said, with feigned seriousness, I didn't want him to know how excited I was inwardly. He nodded slightly before smacking his lips. A frown gradually settled on his face as he stared at me. “Okay. Do you think Romano just made that story up for no reason?” Adrian muttered. “Why lie about something like that? That makes no fucking sense!” I leaned into the pillow, relishing the fact that, for once, I was the one giving valuable intel. “Exactly,” I said. “Why lie about how you met? That’s not a small detail to just mess up. It doesn’t add up.”

Shrugging my shoulders, I change lanes on the road to take the shortest route to my home. "It was how it usually goes. We saw each other, chatted for a bit, and then went our separate ways. The dude didn't reach out to me after that, and neither did I. That's it." The lie flew out of my mouth without thinking twice. Should I follow it up with something more believable? Is Leslie falling for this? "So you didn't get laid?" I shake my head 'no.'

That's why I knew you were lying. "O-Oh," I faked a chuckle. "I'm so sorry about that, Sylus. Y-Yeah, I just lied back then. B-But right now, this is the truth. I-I really have my period right now, so we can't do it..." I lied, hoping for Sylus to believe me. His brows furrowed even more. “So, you’re thinking that could work on me again?” “I-It is the truth, Sylus. I swear—

I didn't say anything for a while, my jaw dropped and I scoffed Inwardly, tears stinging my eyes. “But why?” I begged, tears streaming down my face. “Why would I lie about something so serious?” “Because you’re always scheming,” Daniel snapped, his voice harsh and I noticed his fist clench at his sides. “I’ve seen your manipulative games. This is just another one.” “I’m not lying,” I said desperately. “I promise you, I’m not. I don’t know how else to make you believe me.” “Enough!” Daniel's voice was sharp and I flinched slightly. “Stop with your excuses and tell me who told you this ridiculous story.”

He grew complacent, dodging work with excuses, content to let me carry the load. As the business expanded, it needed more capital. I poured in all my savings and borrowed from friends and family to keep it thriving. I never complained, believing we'd build a good life together. At our wedding, Dale had vowed, "I'll make it big one day and earn enough to take care of you. I'll stick by you till we're old and gray." But long before we aged, his promises shattered. He always assumed I was the one who couldn't conceive. In truth, I'd lied to protect his pride.

) The statement lingered, not because it was entirely accurate but because it wasn't entirely wrong either and in situations like this, partial truths carried more weight than outright lies. “Ya upravlyayu situatsiyey,” I said instead. (I am handling the situation.) He studied me for a moment longer, before continuing, his voice steady but edged with quiet warning. “Kontroliruy eto pravil’no, bez lishnego shuma.” (Then control it properly, without unnecessary noise.) “Boyus’, chto v etot raz eto nevozmozhno,” I replied. (I’m afraid that won’t be possible this time.)

Marcus and Diana both froze. It turned out these were her former subordinates, from before she started this current company. The group marched in and fixed Diana with a cold stare. "Someone's reported you for bigamy. Come with us." The room dissolved into chaos. "Bigamy? Wait, does that mean she really did cheat?" "Was the best man telling the truth after all?" "Come on, I don't buy it. She and Marcus have been head over heels for years. There's no way this is bigamy—somebody's obviously setting her up."