Never Tell Lies Novels & Stories

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...

Sienna The truth doesn't cost you anything, but a lie costs you everything. That’s what they say, but in my case, both could cost me everything. Both will destroy my life. Lies kill relationships, but the truth will kill mine, too. Maybe I’m making a stupid decision—actually, I know I am—but sometimes stupid decisions save lives. At least, I hope so.

We will have a word or two after lunch with his parents. "Do not tell your father I know he lives next door. I am going to surprise him after this lunch. You don't have to say a word. You do not have to lie to him. He will not ask you because he thinks I do not know. If you say nothing, it's not lying," I say. Connor looks at me, and his eyes narrow. "That is not what Mommy told me a few minutes ago. Mommy said, not telling is like lying. It means I did not like Mommy, so I can not be grounded," Connor says. Damn, this boy is going to make a good lawyer one day.

“I just can't believe you anymore, you've told so many lies already. Even though these prove that you're lying, you still choose to lie rather than to tell the truth.” “There's no truth to tell but the ones I'm telling you now. I'll never lie to you, and you know that.” “I doubt you're ready to tell the truth,” Dylan said, shaking his head in disappointment. “I'll never lie to you, Dylan, and you know that. We've been together since childhood. You know me better to actually believe I'll take things from you just to keep them in my room.” “You know I don't know what to believe anymore, you've just shown me how you truly are and how my of a liar you are and in fact, I don't actually know if yo

“We have someone that will be able to tell if you are lying.” “I don’t understand.” “If you are telling the truth, you have nothing to worry about.”

he said in his most professional voice. Sophia take a deep breath and just nodded. "It's okay. I understand." It was a relief for him that Sophia believed that none of what he had said were true because he just almost admitted everything to her a while ago and it is one of their rules to never tell anyone, not even a stranger, their story and most especially their past. He never intended to let anyone know the things about himself however, he already had said it and the least that he could do was to act as if he lied.

"What exactly are you going to tell him?" Her statement was brief and to the point: "I'm going to tell him the truth." I don't tell lies to him at all. I don't lie, period. There's a possibility that I won't say anything. I might even muddle the meaning of my own words, but I never lie. That's one of the reasons why I don't think I'm going to have an easy time with this. "What about that piece of shite right in front of the goal?"

He wouldn’t go against my orders. “No…” Katie’s voice shakes as the lie escapes her lips. Anger rushes through me as my hand slips from her shoulder and up to the back of her neck, where I grip her tightly, pulling her face to mine. Our lips are almost touching when I speak. “Never. I mean, never lie to me. Tell me whatever it is that you have to, but never lie to me. Dishonesty will get you killed faster than anything in this world. Even if it hurts to tell the truth, say it anyway because at least you said it.”

“I will rather hurt from knowing the truth than stay and seek comfort in the lies.” “What exactly do you want to know? I told you what it is already. It's a peaceful night. Must we ruin it with this discussion?” “You surely don't understand me. Let's swap roles. Living in a lie you want to build yourself. How does that sound?” “I didn't lie to you. Maybe I couldn't tell you all there is to it but I didn't lie to you.” “Why tell me half the story when I could hear the full thing. I don't need cut outs. I don't need to assume, all I need is the truth. The whole truth.”

His voice remains calm. Controlled. That somehow makes it worse. I stare out the glass windows of my office. The city stretches endlessly below. Busy. Loud. Alive. Meanwhile my heart suddenly feels too loud inside my chest. “You left,” I say quietly. Another pause. Then— “I did.” No excuses. No lies. No attempt to deny it. And somehow that annoys me even more. “You don’t get points for honesty now.” “I know that too.” God. Why does he sound like this?