Man Who Never Lied Novels & Stories

“Please, sir. I swear everything I said is the truth.” His shoulders shook so badly the ropes around his wrists moved with him. Alex barely looked impressed. “But you lied the first time we asked.” He leaned back slightly in his chair. “And in my book, once someone lies, trusting them becomes difficult.” “I-I’ll do anything.” The man nodded too quickly. “Anything. Everything I told you is true.” A thought suddenly hit me. “Wait.” Both of them looked at me. “Can you recognize the man?” The waiter blinked.

His jaw tightened again as he thought about my description. “That one loses power every time the wind gets like this,” he said. Anger sparked in my chest in a hot and sharp manner. “That would have been helpful information on the listing.” A corner of Lily’s mouth twitched just then, like she was trying not to smile. The man’s expression did not change. “People lie,” he said. Something about the way he said it, flat and certain, hit like a bruise. I held my mug tighter. “Yeah,” I said roughly. “They do.”

His face was stretched so tight, it resembled a skull. They sat down on the chairs. “Miss Matters?” The stranger asked, to which Angela affirmed that she was. “Good. My name is Mr. Soprano.” “And not even a minute in and you’ve lied to me.” Angela sneered. The man was taken aback but he smiled. “I don’t understand what you mean?” “You shouldn’t lie to me about your identity unless you had something to hide.” “Well not to hide but to discover,” Mr. Soprano said. “Have you ever read ‘Ignited: The story of a comet made man.”

He just glared at the man, his body tense, vibrating with barely contained fury. The man smirked, his gaze returning to Elijah. “You didn’t tell her, did you? About us. About everything.” “Elijah,” I said again, my voice sharper this time. “Who is this?” Elijah’s fists unclenched, his eyes narrowing as he glared at the man. “He’s no one.” The man let out a low chuckle. “Oh, Elijah. Still lying after all these years? You should have told her the truth. It would have made things so much easier.”

He was waving frantically at me, his eyes slightly red-rimmed. I inhaled deeply and spoke into the microphone. "Firstly, I want to thank the Claston Hawks for trusting me during my most difficult time. Thank you to my coaches and my teammates. It's thanks to everyone's hard work on the ice that we have earned this honor. "I would also like to thank the setbacks that tried to drag me down in the past. They made me realize that I didn't have to continue staying as someone else's shadow forever. "I've finally found my true self today. My name is Claude Manning, and this new life of mine has only just begun."

He looked polished, calm, victorious. “Vladislav Moroz has lied to the world for years,” he said smoothly. “He did not come from a simple merchant family, as he claimed in every interview, every magazine cover. He is a fraud. A killer. A man who murdered his own father in cold blood and built his empire on that corpse. The evidence is… overwhelming. The people deserve the truth.” I sank into a chair. My hands were shaking so hard I had to press them between my knees.

He drawls, going by my first name which is shiver worthy. "Lying is for wimps. Cowards. People who can't own up to the choices they've made or are about to. People who feel they need to earn others' validation. People who think others should have a say in the things they do. Weak people. I'm none of those, so I do not tell lies, Layla. I'm a man of many things, just not a liar." The aura switches so fast that I might faint. Every comeback is in my throat, but I don't speak. His head is so close.

I exhaled sharply, getting my heart rate back to normal before returning slowly to my chair. "You have questions for me I suppose? That's why you're here?" "Yes. You're going to answer all my questions and you're going to tell me the truth!" "I haven't lied to you have I? I can bet on anything that I'm one of the most truthful persons you've ever met. Everyone has lied to you one way or another. Everyone has tried to be deceitful one way or another, it's just me. I have been truthful since day one. I have never lied or told lies, it's always been the truth."

“I am so sorry boss, I am truly sorry, it was my greed, they offered me so much more, they helped me with my daughter’s medical bills, and I had to do their bidding. i…” I counted to ten and stopped. “This has got to be the slowest count I have ever done” My guards laughed at my silly joke. As I stepped back a bit and regarded him for a minute. “They call people like you the weakest link and here in The Manuel family we value one important thing, and that is unity.” I bent over to where he sat and stared at him. “You did the one thing every man in the whole of Italia knows that I hate and that was lying to my face”

the man said, his voice steady and measured, "I'm not lying to you. That's you, Andrès. You were just a baby." Andrès' mind scrambled to make sense of it all. His entire life, he had believed his surname was Manuel, believed that his father had been a shadowy figure who had disappeared before he was old enough to ask questions. He grew up as an orphan. Now, this stranger was telling him that none of that was true, that he had been living a lie. "What is this?" Andrès snapped, throwing the pictures down on the table. His voice rose, attracting a few glances from the other patrons. "Who the hell are you? Why are you doing this?"