Man Who Never Lied Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Underground Ryan Ashford had been many things in his life engineer, gentleman, and occasional trouble but he had never been held in a cellar under a burned tavern before. The ropes had tightened during the night. His shoulder ached. His lip was split. His head throbbed. Yet as he sat in the darkness, listening to the distant drip of water, he did something deeply inappropriate for a man in mortal danger. He laughed. A low, painful, utterly exhausted laugh. The guard outside peered in. “Sir? Are you all right?”

She was not ready. She did not want to know whatever it was but staring at the man, she knew she needed to know what it was all about. With her shaky fingers, Sia pressed on the button again and the video starting running. “ Tell everything from the start. ” Lucas's cold voice appeared from behind the camera again and Sia held her breath. The man glanced at someone behind the camera and turned to stare right through the camera lens again. “ I worked as a servant in Martin household. I was loyal to Luther Martin and Lily Martin. ” The man whispered hysterically as his eyes went wide probably because he was travelling back to the past in his mind.

None of them would ever betray me. Johnny and Alonso walked in with the young man who was surprised seeing our faces. They also took off their mask and eyeshades and switched on the light. With a smile on his face, the young man bowed to us. "I will always be loyal to you. I want to learn how to fight." "Do not worry," I said. "You will be trained." I was thrilled with how fast the man accepted. I also knew that they would have told him never to mention who the feared mafia is.

The loss of that video felt like cutting off a limb — one more piece of proof erased, one more tether severed. Back home he packed his kit bag methodically — boots wrapped in plastic, tape rolls lined up, spare socks folded, protein bars tucked in the side pocket. Taped his wrists in slow, deliberate loops — white athletic tape crisscrossing skin, each wrap a small ritual of control. Stared at the blank space on the back of his jersey where his real name should be. Number 19. Marc Evans. A lie he’d worn so long it almost felt true. A soft knock at the door.

Even her poster was one of awkwardness and the two men in the same room couldn't help but notice. Elijah was instantly consumed by guilt; he hadn't meant to snap at her. He was just guilty for what he had done that he had to go and hurt the one person he never intended to hurt in his life. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath; he wasn't that good at apologizes. In fact he had never apologized to anyone.

I'd go through the week wondering what story he was going to tell me. When I smiled, it wasn't because of the compliment or the stories really, even though they were really beautiful. It was his resilience, his consistency. Through the weeks, not once did he not show up for me. Who was this guy? One day I'd responded saying, "I'm Alex," I knew he knew my name. I knew it was either through someone or he saw it on one of my books. I hadn't ever introduced myself to him and I thought that was the least I could do after all the free entertainment he'd been given me.

"Dr. Lane, please repeat what you told me." Ruby's stomach dropped as the face on the screen came into view. It was the very doctor who had helped forge her diagnosis. She stared at Caleb in disbelief, only to hear Anthony Lane's trembling voice coming from the video. "Yes… Ruby was never poisoned. She paid me to fake the medical report... It was all her idea. I'm sorry, Alpha…" Ruby went completely pale. She looked at Caleb, but he was staring at her with nothing but hatred. "Do you have nothing else to say?" he asked.

The nerves vanished, and he answered with military precision. He explained evacuation tactics, how to neutralize attackers, the types of weapons he could handle, and even showed me the certification for it. The man was clearly getting excited, although his stoic demeanor made it hard to tell. He even mentioned evidence preservation and described how he had once prevented an attempted kidnapping—supposedly, he had fought off five attackers. Did I believe him? I wasn't sure. But was I entertained? Absolutely. Listening to him talk reminded me of my Uncle Lucius and his wild, fictional spy stories. He was a great storyteller. And a liar—there was no way half his stories could be true.

I was nervous because that lie of mine might not work. "Who is that man, Syrie? He's so kind to help you? Is he a vampire or a wolf?" Trina asked curiously. I went immediately silent because of Trina's question. How do I answer that? I can't give any more information because they might catch me lying. "He did not say his name, he was a man and he did not know about the people living in the forest. He also did not live in that house, he just took me there to be healed. He said he saw me lying in the forest before and helped me, "I continued to lie. I feel guilty but I can't do anything but lie.