Man Who Never Lied Novels & Stories

I never allowed anything to influence my business decisions, particularly not women. But I was also not a liar. I twisted the truth from time to time, but an outright lie? I never did it. I could never bring myself to do it. My grandfather told me the best told lies were woven from the truth, and I’d made it into a mantra over the years. Also, I never changed plans on the go like this. Every detail had to be meticulously planned, crafted out, every possibility scrutinized.

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

Six years ago, when the Berlandi family accused Nico Valenti of leaking their financial records, I found the evidence that proved him innocent. When they still refused to take him back, I mortgaged my mother's restaurant and put everything I owned on the line for him. With my backing, Nico eventually became the person in charge of Saint Vito Port. He promised that at this year's council meeting, he would openly introduce me as his wife. But that night, I was stranded at Blackwater Docks. I called Nico for help twelve times. He never came. Instead, he was at the council giving my pin to my best friend, Bianca Rossi, and letting her take my seat as his wife. When Bianca finally answered my cal

Orlando I've been struggling over the past year with everything after Miller had taken it upon himself to kidnap my girl instead of coming straight to me tk get the truth even if he chose not tk believe it like he had to know what kind of scumbag his brother really was and what he was capable of. Pity he never believed me, things could've been a lot different. I should've done things differently. But, the problem with that was u was mafia and I did things by mafia cod and ethics not how a morning person would extract information out of you.

None of us dared to gamble on whether nothing would happen if no one stepped forward. I clenched my teeth. "There's one more option." Under their puzzled stares, I enunciated, "I'll personally go meet Mr. Cox and see what secrets they're hiding." The three of them were so moved that they promised they would pray for my soul after I died. That really wasn't necessary. I wasn't sacrificing myself for anyone else. I just couldn't accept it. I couldn't understand why I, of all people, was labeled a fraud. If they didn't want to acknowledge me, they could've pretended nothing ever happened.

“See? Was that so hard?” For a second, I thought it was over. The man had given him what he wanted. But Leo didn’t stop. He picked up an ashtray, dumped the cigar, and pressed the cold metal rim against the man’s face, grinding it into his skin until the guy screamed. “Leo!” My voice cracked sharper than I meant it to. “He gave you what you wanted!” Leo turned his head slowly toward me. “Don’t confuse mercy with strength, Jax. Men like him, they lie even when they’re telling the truth. Pain makes sure the truth sticks.”

When he saw me, he was stunned too. His voice had become slightly hoarse as he said. "It really is you. So, you've been in the south all this time." I looked at him calmly. "Is there a problem?" My calmness made Lawson unhappy. He gripped his cup and questioned me with anger in his tone. "Why? Why did you lie to me?" I laughed despite myself. He was the one who had lied to me from the very beginning. How had I become the one who lied?

He collapsed on the sand, convulsing, the stench of urine carried far on the wind. The party crowd that had gathered to watch earlier stood rigidly, not daring to breathe. They finally understood something. The man they had laughed at as a kept husband was the head of the Thornes, someone they weren't even qualified to approach! I held Luke close and spoke gently. "Luke, don't be scared. I'm here. No one will ever bully you again. I promise." Luke clung to my neck and nodded hard, letting out a small, muffled sound.

He added, making the other students run away in fear. Our section was the only people here. "We will go now." The man told Gino. Gino nodded. "Thank you for the help." He replied. The man and his people headed off too. "That's fun. Serves them right," He said and turned to us. "Anyway, what we have said is all lies. I am good at making fake stories." he added, shrugging some fake dust on his shoulders. "Is that not true?" I asked.

Benjamin played the big role of an older brother to him, a driver, secretary, and more importantly, he always had his back. Knowing he was going to have a bad dream yet again, he had notified him of an available first edition comics whose abridged edition was trash. He had to get there on time. He hated the slightest touch on any book he was going to buy since he was getting it himself. He had disguised himself in such a way that no one could recognize him. Not even the paparazzi! He walked into the book store filled with the stench of old books, asking the front desk about the available first edition books.