Man Who Never Lied Novels & Stories

“What… The f*ck?” That was my first words after the man stunned us with his revelation. I look at him and he was still using the same expression. I can’t see any lies and tried to ask him again. “You’re not lying, do you?” He took a sighed and lay on his mattress. “Believe what you want. I rarely lie.” “Then, may I ask you this? What kind of item that you stole from Cat’s grandpa’s house?” Aaron questioned. towards the man stunned me. I tried to ask him, but he shakes his head and pointed his finger at the man. I give in for now.

I was at the man. I wanted to stand up and leave but I heard his voice "So tell us his weak point, that's all we wanted to find out in the first place." Nick said, and I was thinking, did he read my mind? That was what I would have said if I wasn't angry at him for making me feel like an idiot. I relaxed my body and waited for the man to speak. "Why's that? Who are you guys?' he said, and an angry me blurted out, "isn't it obvious? We're Nick and Dennis, the people you gave up as a sacrifice to save yourself." I said, without thinking of the consequences of my words. "I'm sorry…. I really am…. I didn't know it was going to be like this. I had to save myself and I had given him that informat

His grin grows wider, "Don't be. It's rather endearing." “Do you really think so?” I can’t help but ask. "I rarely lie." He points out. My lips twist into a vague grimace, “Rarely' isn't terribly reassuring.” “In my line of work one cannot last very long without the occasional fib.” He shrugs. I think for a moment. “Hmmph. I suppose if the good of the pack is at stake...” “Oh, yes,” He says with sincerity so absolutely I can’t possibly believe him. I really can’t think of anything else to say besides. “Men !” And I do not say that with much grace or good humor.

My husband consoled me asking me to confide in him. "what is it that you're not telling me? You've not done this b4 have u?" he asked "Iiii... hhaaave" i replied stuttering. "yet u can't even prove it? Why are u lying? Tell me the truth Ifeoma." he said. The moment he called me with my full name I knew he was serious. I had no choice so I told him the truth. Yes the Ifeoma that makes mouth about s** has no experience. "I'm sorry" I said to him. That was how it all went on our wedding night o..

The man started when Ryan snorted. “No shit Sherlock. You know what, I honestly think, or rather know, that you are the worst manager that I have ever had the displeasure of meeting,” He probably saw something in the man's expression that made him add, “Don't lie that the elevator just broke yesterday and the repairman was contacted to come fix it today. That's an oversold lie, believe me.” Ryan's guess was right because the man opened and closed his mouth like a fish as he stared at Ryan in shock. He didn't think he was going to get caught in his lie.

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.

"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.