Never Lie Novel Novels & Stories

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

Find out when you read this controversial novel. Where you discover that sex is carried out with who can be something for you, but neither knows anything about the other, since everything is done in silence and with masks, in addition there are also sayings like "NOTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS". Because sometimes there are situations that lead us to believe things that seem true and, in the end, we discover that we live a big lie.

But when she thought about it later, as she lay nestled in his arms in her bed, she thought that telling lies and telling the truth had a few things in common. She'd learned that if you told one lie, then you were pretty much guaranteed to have to tell another one to explain or justify or cover up that first lie. Then a third lie, to protect the first two lies. Then a fourth, to shore things up and to keep the house of lies from falling down. And on and on, lie after lie, until it was like a snowball barreling on down a hill. You told one lie and then you couldn't stop telling more of them.

he asked, as if experimenting with the word on his lips. "Yeah," she answered, attempting nonchalantly. "Perhaps it would work. If I wrote them down ahead of time, reading them might set something off." His lips curled up too easily, though. It didn't feel right. It felt too artificial. Too stiff. "I don't think you kept a journal," he informed her. "At least, I never saw one." Lena sat watching him, her heart pounding. That was a lie. She didn't know why she knew it, but she did.

And her body, once proud and strong, grew weaker and thinner, but her eyes still burned with desperate hope that he might hear her pleas if she repeated them enough times. “Stefano, they lied to me as much as they lied to you, I was nothing but a soldier, I was used, I never wanted this, I swear to you, you are the only man I ever loved, the only truth in all my lies,” she cried one night when he pressed the cold barrel of his gun against her temple, not pulling the trigger but letting the weight of it speak for him. He shook his head slowly and whispered, “Love, you say, but love is not built on lies. Love is not a mask you wear until it rots and falls away, what you gave me was not love, i

His eyes moved up to me, "now that you are married to Delano, you can tell us why you tried to kill him at the party, can't you?" Everyone stared at me. His cousins and their parents, Colt and my father, even Delano. He has an expectant look on his face, like he wanted to see what I would use to cover up–but I wasn't stupid. Anyone could tell that D'Leonardo already knows the truth. "He did business on my father's port, which is totally unacceptable," I said fiercely and I could see one of his cousins raised his eyes up, a smirk on his lips. I didn't care much about him. He seemed too stupid for me to bother. My age, maybe.

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE HER FIRST LIE “A well-told lie doesn’t just hide the truth—it rewrites it.” She was nine when she told her first real lie—the kind of lie that sticks to the roof of your soul and never quite washes out. Not the childish ones, not the ones about eating the last pastry or sneaking out the back door during piano lessons. No, this lie came with blood on the floor and a knife too big for her hands.

All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie. When Noah graduated college, I cried harder than I had in years. He got a job in New York big lights, big stage, big world. I packed his bags and kissed his forehead. “Call me every Sunday,” I said, fighting tears. He hugged me so tightly that I almost broke and told him everything. But I didn’t. Months passed. Then one Sunday, his voice sounded different. “Mom… I met someone. Well, not like that. A man. Older. He hired me. We talk a lot.”

" I stared him down, my face cold as ice. Then I pulled out my phone and hit play on an old recording—his voice with Riley, before they left together. "You lied to me. You didn't go bankrupt. You gave Riley everything, every damn penny. You even wrote her name in your will!" My voice cracked, the anger spilling out. "You let another woman and her kid live fancy while your own children were stuck in a basement, hungry. Sheldon, you're the worst excuse for a father I've ever met." His eyes went wide. He seemed to wonder why I hadn't exposed him sooner. "No, it wasn't like that. I-I was out of my mind. I made a mistake. That's all. I swear, I was just messing around with her. You and the boys,

The city slipped by outside dark storefronts, empty streets, the glow of distant traffic lights. “You know,” I said finally, my voice low, “our whole lives have been built on lies. My mother lied to protect me. Your father lies to control everyone. Rebecca lied to herself. And me I’ve been lying to myself since the day I met you.” Alex turned his head toward me, eyes glassy with pain. “How?” “Because I wanted to believe we could be normal. That love could fix everything. But nothing about this is normal.”