Never Lie Summary Novels & Stories

Her initial question that reminded me of my hell bound punishment rings in my ear and I turn to look at her, "No don't wait for me.Ciara would be waiting for you." Ciara is Lucy's younger sister and only family. They lost their parents in a fire and lost everything valuable in their lives. Lucy lost all except her fifteen year old sister,the only reason she claims to live and the poor little teenage girl lost her sense of speech from the trauma of losing her parents. Her extended family tried to claim care of her but Lucy fought back and promised to somehow manage to fend for them both since she's legally an adult and that brings us to her wanting to join The Rebels, us.

I wanted to scream. The microphones crackled as Liam began. His voice was smooth, rehearsed, but the fury underneath bled through. “This family does not answer to rumors. We are united. We stand against lies meant to destroy us.” Zane leaned into the mic, his smirk razor sharp. “Funny thing about lies—they’re usually born from truth. And maybe the truth isn’t what anyone thinks.” Gasps. Murmurs. The crowd rippled, hungry for blood. Liam’s glare could have burned holes through his brother. “Zane”

I added, trying to keep my tone from sounding too demanding. "We went out... she fell off a table while pole dancing." It was a blatant lie. The worst I’d ever heard. Last time, she told me men had beaten Natalia. She clearly hadn't coordinated her stories. Lying had become second nature to her, yet she was terrible at it. There was something deeper here, something she didn't want me to find out, but I was too persistent to let it slide. "I see... well, at least when she wakes up, she won't go pole dancing again. Do you have any siblings?"

DK cut me off before I can finish what I have to say. “We are not,” he said seriously, “I may have kept the truth from you, Anya, but you surely know that I never lie. Especially with something as important as this.” I looked at him and then at Mikey and back at him. ‘I don’t think they are lying,’ Persephone said, and as much as I hate to admit it. I also don’t think that they are lying. “All right,” I said, “I’m giving you both one last chance. So make sure that none of you would lie or even dare leave something out because god forbid I’m really gonna make your lives a living hell.”

"He refused treatment." I stared at the screen, unable to look away. "He refused help." I wanted to scream at her and everyone at the conference. At the interviewer and camera men. At the millions of people watching. She’s lying! But I couldn’t. And my words wouldn’t matter because she sounded convincing. That was the problem. People loved a convincing lie. Brittany sighed again. "I only want him to get better." The screen shifted back to the interviewer. The woman looked fascinated. Like she'd just been handed the story of the year.

Nellie was about to say something, but she remembered her brother’s advice and corrected herself, “I don’t know!” Joshua knelt to her eye level and spoke as gently as possible, “A good girl doesn’t lie.” The little princess blinked innocently. “Someone told me that lying is inherited. Daddy, are you a good boy?” Joshua’s expression darkened. “Who told you that?” Nellie pursed her lips, “Have you lied then, Daddy?” Joshua fell silent. Seeing his boss rendered speechless by a six-year-old child, Lucas Bean wanted to laugh but did not dare to. He reigned in his laughter with much difficulty. Joshua glared at him. “Any news from Surveillance?”

"What do you want me to do?" “Deny it. Say you’ve never met her. She’s obviously after money. Your father is already preparing a statement.” My father. Of course he was. Richard Stone had built an empire by controlling every narrative, managing every crisis. In his world, problems were solved with money, lawyers, and perfectly crafted lies. "What if I don't want to lie?" The question hung in the air between us like a loaded gun. Victoria froze. “What?” “What if I don’t want to lie about Maya?”

he trails off. “Excuse me??” I angrily interrupt “You expect me to tell such a huge lie on national television?” I question him to be sure if he has an idea of the magnitude of what he is making me do. “What do you mean by huge lie? And when exactly did you start having a problem with lying” Elliot questions “You know that if I can avoid lying, I will actually pick honesty over lying” I remind him of my principle “ I am well aware of that, but in this situation lying is unavoidable, so the best option you have is to build the story that I am giving you into a beautiful love story for you and Meelah” he says like it is something so easy.

The conversation drifted, voices dropping an octave as the exhaustion turned into that easy, liquid warmth that only comes at the end of a long day and the start of a good bottle. Leona leaned into the candlelight, her eyes gleaming with the kind of mischief that usually preceded a disaster. “We need to talk about the leather jacket guy,” she said, prodding my arm. “The one who asked if the villain’s habit of gaslighting everyone was… personal.” A spray of Pinot Noir nearly hit the tablecloth as I coughed. “I gave him a very professional, very firm ‘no’ with every fiber of my being.” Liza’s laugh was a sharp bark that had her sliding dangerously close to the edge of the velvet seat. “You lie

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I