My Whole Life Was A Lie Novels & Stories

Everything about the place was beautiful when one has the right emotions to enjoy its blossom. “I have lived a lie all my life,” She was not looking at Zita, be she saw the surprised on the girl’s face from the corner of her eyes. “What do you do when you wake up and discover that all your life had been a lie, something someone had said just to get at other people?” She turned her bright eyes to Zita. “What are you talking about?” Zita could not help but feel confused. “Life Zita,” She turned back to the garden. Her eyes fell upon some bee that buzzes the air and perched on one of the blue flowers, “life could be so twisting and confusing. I don’t even know who to believe or what to believe.

"And?" "Is it true?" He already knew. I could see it in the way he held himself—the disappointed sag of his shoulders. "Yes, it’s true," I groaned, the words feeling like shards of glass in my throat. I finally reached out and hit the power button on the monitor, plunging the room into a sudden, jarring darkness. "She didn't do it. For three years... more than three goddamn years... I’ve been living a lie. I’ve been building my entire identity, my entire reign as Alpha, on a foundation of absolute rot."

Easily the biggest understatement of the year. He looked back at me with understanding and sadness in his eyes, and the sharpness in my gaze softened. I sighed, stopping in my tracks. My legs turning wobbly, I slumped on the chair right behind me. Shaking my head, I squeezed my eyes shut. Pinching the bridge of my nose so hard I was sure it would leave a mark. This can’t be happening. Until now, my whole life has been a lie. Why didn’t mom and dad tell me any of this? Did they know?

This is the real world. "I wasn't trying to hurt you," I say. "Or anyone. I know I lied about my name, but I promise, everything else I said to you was true. Every joke. Every opinion. All of it." "All of it? You didn't tell me half of it." "You kept things from me, too," I whisper. "You hid the truth about your family." "Yeah, I didn't give you my life story. But I never lied about my name." "It's just a name."

“You were supposed to ease into it, like we all did. Your parents should have told you something. We all can feel your aura. It's very strong.” “How?! How do you ease into finding out your entire life is a lie? That your body isn’t even yours? That there’s something inside me just waiting to take over? My parents are human for crying out loud.” Zander looked like he wanted to say something, but didn’t. I turned on him. “And you,” I hissed. “You’ve made my life a living hell for years. Humiliating me, picking fights, calling me weak—” His eyes closed for a beat. “I know. And I’ll never be able to take it back.”

" There was no question. Darian didn't answer right away. Which, frankly, settled the matter. I don’t know. I gave a bitter laugh. Nobody knew a thing. I guess. My whole life seemed like a lie. A well-made lie. One that everyone knew but me. Great. Absolutely great. I looked away. Space needed. Air. Want. Something. Because I could not breathe. Not good. “My parents were killed for money?” The thought turned my stomach. Sick, physically. Darian came closer. "Lily." I shook my head. "No.” Because words of comfort weren't what I needed right now. Didn’t hear any comforting. Not when my world was crashing down. Again."

It made me understand that people depended so much on lying without even knowing it. That wasn't going to be my problem anymore. My love story could begin in truth...

The air in the stone house felt frozen, thick with tension. I bent down and picked up the letter. The paper was rough, its edges frayed, but the words on it were sharp. Each stroke of the pen felt like a blade thrusting into my chest. Trey finally snapped out of his daze and stepped forward urgently. "Leah, I only found out about this later!" His voice was hoarse. "My dad did those things! It wasn't me!" "But you knew, and you still didn't tell me," I replied softly as I looked at him. "Trey, your greatest sin isn't what your father did. It's the fact that you knew I considered you my only family, and you still lied to me."

Vivian’s claws itched to shred through the lies. “What are you saying?” I demanded, stepping forward again, eyes wide. “Look at me! Look at my hair, my eyes, my mark. I am the one! I’ve always been the one!” He scoffed. “Everything about you is fake. Your whole life has been a lie. A trick. Elders, look at her! She is not who she claims to be.” My throat tightened. “Why are you doing this? You know I’ve trained my whole life for this. You know..”

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