Man Who Never Lied Novels & Stories

"That's because I am a killer, I kill people for a living." She swallowed audibly. The man kept lying to her in every talk to scare her off. ‘Does he think I don't have a mind’, she thought. "Stop this rubbish, stop lying, Okay. I know you're a businessman not a killer. I read about you on the internet. There are so many articles there to prove you wrong. So don't lie to me! Leonus, trust me I don't want anything from you, no money or nothing. My brother has so much money and I too have it in my bank…"

THE MAN IN YELLOW

"I... I'm sorry to have bothered you." I spun around and bolted for the exit, pushing through the revolving doors into the harsh afternoon light. ... I couldn't breathe. The taxi ride passed in a horrific, blurred haze. Every memory I had of the past few months felt like it was dissolving, twisting into a cruel, elaborate lie. 'Who is he?' The man I shared a bed with, the man whose ring was heavy on my finger, was a complete ghost. He had fabricated his entire life. He had lied about his job, his schedule, his identity. And I knew absolutely nothing about him.

he continued, his voice softening, "is the quiet hour after I get home from work, when I put on a record, not to be cool, but because the crackle feels real, and I just… exist. No pretense. My deepest, most shameful fear isn’t heights or spiders. It’s that I am profoundly, terminally ordinary. And I thought that if I could just be someone else, someone exciting, someone worthy of a woman like you, for a little while, maybe I could escape that." He took another step. Now he was close enough to see the faint freckles across the bridge of her nose, to see the way her lips were slightly parted. "The man you met online? He was a shell. A fantasy I built because I was too scared to offer you the m

"An anonymous man paid me—a million bucks—to set him free. But I didn’t do it! I swear! I told Caleb about the money, and we planned to keep it for ourselves and report to you. But Caleb... he said that I should ask for more. So I did, then we split the money between us. But the next day, Caleb was found dead, and I started getting death threats. They said I had to free Diego or I’d be killed." "And did you?" I asked, my voice as sharp as the blade strapped to my hip. The man nodded, tears streaking his face. "Yes, I did. But I didn’t want to! I swear I didn’t want to." I crouched down, meeting his terrified gaze. "Then why the hell did you lie to me?" "I-I was scared!" He sobbed. "I didn’t

I tell him. I consider what I want to start with to tell him and decide to start with the really bad so he can get out now if he wants, so I say, "I didn't recieve an honorable discharge from the military." "Why?" He asks in the same tone I did earlier. "When I tell you this, I want you to first know that I am ok, I still have some flashbacks about it, and there was a small amount of time in my life it had a very negative effect on me mentally. I don't want you to ask me my number of previous partners. I was raped while overseas. I didn't report it for 6 months because the guy who did it was 4 hours away on another base. I never thought I would have to see him again. Then I found out we were

Thayer had spent every night in bars, his body deteriorating day by day. To chase thrill after thrill, he manipulated every woman he met, never using protection. Each conquest ended the same way: he disappeared afterward, refusing to acknowledge any of them.

“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.

He wanted to tell the world that the man they were now praising was the very devil who had destroyed lives. But his eyes flickered to the corner of the room again. The officers. The shadows. The reminder that his family’s safety was balanced on the edge of his words. He swallowed his truth like poison and fed the world the lie. “Everything I said before was out of pain,” he concluded, his voice trembling just enough to sell the act. “The Boss is a man of honor. A man of generosity. Without him, this city would have drowned in chaos long ago.” The journalist set down his pen, his performance equally flawless. “Thank you, Rico, for your courage. The city owes you clarity. And tonight, we have

He said, typing exactly that. "Read it carefully." He pointed at the screen. "This is the same man that appeared on the news and based on this results, that I'm certain will be taken down very soon, Nie Manchester was born one hundred and seven years ago, and died fifty years ago." "Oh my God!" I exclaimed, shocked by the news. "What are you trying to say this means?" "The liar gas was not an accident, Ariyah." Luke said.