Man Who Never Lied Novels & Stories

EVANGELINE I never lied. It was my one rule for life. I had no issue telling half-truths and twist the truth around to fit my narrative, but I liked to pride myself on the fact that I never told a straight faced lie. As Alpha, I had little reason to lie. There weren’t many people in the world who would dare to challenge me head on, and the few who did were currently rotting in their graves somewhere. I had to tell enough lies to get to my position and I swore that once I got here, I’d stop.

“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?"

With another shaky breath, the man looked up, and the look on his face seemed resigned to the fact that he would never escape his fate. "But... I'm not a bad guy. Glenn told me that I would just be gathering information and reporting it back to her. I swear on my daughters' lives, I have no intention of hurting you or anyone. That's why I am being open with you and telling you the entire truth. So please, don't... please don't hurt me." He paused as a sob escaped his lips.

The way Manuel kept glancing up at my face like he was checking to make sure I was still there. We sat like that for a while. Melissa colored her butterfly. Manuel and I worked on our rainbow. Daniel didn’t color anything, but he answered Melissa’s questions about their dad in a way that was honest but not scary. He didn’t lie to them, but he didn’t let them see how broken he was either. It was careful. Intentional. Like he knew exactly what they needed. “Lena said Daddy’s in heaven now,” Manuel said quietly, not looking up from the crayon. “And that he’s not sick anymore.”

Gregory felt like any moment; he would piss himself. "I will give your message. But I can't guarantee you will receive a good response." The man threatened him. "So, If I were you, come up with the payment." As soon as the goons left, Gregory collapsed on his knees. He doesn't know where he could find the money for them. No one would lend him money anymore. Because of his scandalous photo, many more of their friends and associates knew that about their situation. He needs to think about the fasted way.

Didn't care. I just stared at him. Said nothing. "Isa. Say something. Anything. Please." He wrung his hands, in real pain. This was how he used to be when I'd gone quiet on him. Begging me not to give him the silent treatment. Pain made him human again. He wasn't the untouchable Don anymore. He was almost that gentle broke kid again. But I wasn't that girl anymore. The one he'd lied to. Nothing real grows out of a lie.

he called after me, and I hated how his voice hesitated between the names, like even he didn't know who I was anymore. He caught up, falling into step beside me. His hand didn’t touch me, which was a smart choice because I could have smacked him in public. “You want answers. Let me give them. Come with me.” “Why?” I snapped. “So you can spin another lie with soft music and satin sheets?” He stopped walking. “No. So you can finally hear the ugly truth.” I stopped too. He looked tired... real tired for once. There were shadows under his eyes. His shirt was wrinkled. He wasn’t the Cipher D’Amato the tabloids worshipped. Not in this moment.

he sighed and I shook my head. "Don't you need my contact? Your phone." "Not like you have mine," I snorted and he arched his brows at me. "I do." My brows snapped together and I glared at him. "But the other day you said you didn't?" I reminded and he let out a small laugh. "I lied. Don't believe everything I say." This man was a complicated human. But it was good he never tried to hide that. "Not the words I just said to you here, they are exclusive and I meant everything. I can fake anything but I would never fake an apology, if I'm not sorry then I'm not."

He spoke ith rage that was always there whenever he spoke about the chameleon or if his topic was even brought up in the first place. "I swear on my life sir. I would never lie to you and right now I am not playing you. My source is real and trusted" The Man said again. Stefan kissed his teeth with his Tongue and if it wasn't for the viable information that was en route, he for sure would have blown his head off. Mainly because he was a pest and disturbed him just before he could use those ladies.