Man Who Never Lied Novels & Stories

"The whole university is talking about this. Trying to one-up other students, flaunting your wealth, and bullying someone on financial aid have made the department look terrible. The administration is already asking questions. How about this… Apologize to Viola, and we can put this behind us." I repeated the word. "Apologize? She threw a bloodstained bedsheet into my washbasin, spread lies on the message board that my father worked for the Lane family, that I was their servant, and turned the entire university against me. And you want me to apologize to her?" Ms. Carter's expression darkened. "Watch your attitude. Are you trying to make this even worse?" I stood up straight, and the chair le

The same– “You’re lying.” He turned from the wall. Cracked plaster behind him. Wet eyes. The authority stripped. I’d never seen this face. Not the businessman. Not the father. A man who’d just put his fist through twenty years of silence and was standing in the rubble of it. “I’ve never lied to you about this. I’ve never TOLD you about this. There’s a difference.”

"I told you last night. I will not hurt you. I meant it." "Everyone says that. And everyone lies." He stared at me for a long moment, then released my chin and stood. He walked to the window, his back to me. His shoulders were tense under his leather cut. "I am not a good man, Lisa. I have done terrible things. Hurt people. Killed people. I will not pretend to be something I am not." He turned to face me. "But I have never hit a woman. I have never hurt someone weaker than me for fun. That is not who I am."

The middle-aged man was well aware that Frank had the power to destroy him, and being a meddler also meant Frank would see himself as a vigilante. He promptly shook his head, exclaiming, "You're imagining things, sir! That's just pig's blood." "Oh," Frank nodded and headed into the apartment complex. That was when the middle-aged man heard the voice booming in his ears, "Death to liars!" He was once again shocked, but it made sense that the divine being was everywhere and knew if he lied! Dropping to his knees without hesitation, the middle-aged man kowtowed and yelled after Frank, "Please, sir, I'm sorry I lied! I'm a terrible man who did everything from murder to jaywalking!"

Although sounds were not recorded, I instantly recognized the document in Preston's hand. "Is that my resignation letter?" I asked myself. Yes, it was! It was the letter I had submitted. In the video, the HR manager looked shaken, his expression bordering on tears as he tried to explain something. I could see his fingers trembling. Preston, however, didn't even spare the poor HR manager a glance, his cold gaze only fixed on my letter. At exactly three minutes and forty seconds into the video, Preston, who had been sitting motionless the entire time, lazily waved a hand. The HR manager, as if granted a reprieve, practically fled the room with his head down.

I and Manuel said at the sane time, and I stood up, my lips parting. He still had the blood-stained pants on, and he had probably come down for something else. "Vector, I..." "You lied to me, Manuel. This is not about me, but I remember you saying that you would never lie to me." Manuel swallowed hard, then turned to me, his eyes pleading. I couldn't say a word, and I wasn't sure what Vector would want now. Vector said nothing more, just let his eyes dart between both of Manuel's, before he turned away, leaving both of us behind.

“You don’t have to ask. You’ve become her target.” “But why?” He put down his hand. “I guess it’s the same reason I find you odd. Before it’s too late, tell me what I wanted to know about you.” “I have nothing else to say about me. What you’re seeing now is the real me. I don’t have any secret.” The man’s stare became heavier, and he took a deep breath. “There’s no point helping you if you’re really acting this way. I hated humans who love to lie.”

However, I still had to be sure, so I asked, "You are certain? I hate being lied to." "Ironic indeed. You lie for a living." He replied. "A job I enjoy doing, one you introduced me to. Besides, you are changing the subject." "I'm fine. Enough of your nonsense. Now go back and stand with the rest. I can't keep turning to look at you while I speak." He really did look fine, no man in his early eighties could look this healthy if he was dying, so I had to believe him. Douglas was the most truthful man I knew, one who never lied unless it was for professional reasons. Without another word, I walked to my spot, completely ignoring Miguel’s stare.

He expressed he’s in love with me so if he really loved me, answering these questions wouldn’t be offensive to him. I couldn’t detect if he was really going to lie to me or it could be that he’s absolutely an expert in covering things up. If so, then he’s a genius at masking his expressions, “I never touched a woman before you, believe it or not,” He answered but it was just too hard to believe. “Why?” Of course, I had to interrogate. This wasn’t as simple as it seemed. “Because I didn’t want to. I never liked the idea of a common woman touching me, it wasn’t my way,” He replied back. Strange to hear such a thing from a mafia guy.

was a man? He was wearing a wig? Then he and Venettio burst out laughing. "April Fools honey." I hit Venettio again and I was teary. The man left after taking off his wig and I walked away from him. He hugged me from behind and I could feel him still laughing. "I'm sorry. But, it was funny." "I was so scared." He turned me around and said, "I would never chat. I'm a mafia man or I was. We don't cheat darling. Loyalty is in our blood. You trusted me, that's why you didn't hit me."