Not Dying For Her Lie Again Novels & Stories

"Let me be clear. Elliot isn't dead! The drug was just too strong, so it's taking him longer to wake up. As for anyone else's life, I don't give a rat's ass right now!" Wyatt clutched his cheek. A bright red handprint was already blooming across his handsome face. He stared at Celia with a mixture of fear and confusion, utterly puzzled as to why she was losing her mind over my death. To be fair, he wasn't the only one out of the loop. I didn't get it either. Celia had explicitly told him that hurting me a hundred or a thousand times over was completely worth it for his sake. Yet, here she was, lying to herself because she couldn't come to terms with the reality that I was dead.

The day I found out I had leukemia, my first reaction wasn't to cry. It was relief. I wasn't their biological son anyway. If I died, at least I wouldn't owe anyone anything. When I was six, my younger brother and I fought over a limited-edition robot model. Mom dragged me into a corner and told me, spacing out every word, "You aren't our real son. Everything you have in this house is a favor we've done for you." After that, I never asked them for another thing. My brother got new sneakers. I wore his hand-me-downs. He took piano lessons while I washed dishes in the kitchen to earn money for breakfast the next morning. I lived like a suitcase someone had left with the family, packed and

She didn’t tell him that Paul — his Paul, the one he held on to like a reason to keep breathing — was the child of that night, her silence reflecting her inner turmoil and moral conflict, inviting the audience to feel her emotional sacrifice. She let him believe the lie. She let him hold onto it through the glass. And she carried the truth home with her, alone, the way she carried everything else.

Giselle and Palmer collapsed to the ground. Not a single one of the trio made it out of the warehouse alive. The live feed was abruptly cut off. Setting my phone down, I murmured to Lucy and my mother’s graves. “Mom, Lucy, they are on their way to the afterlife to atone for their sins. You can decide whether to forgive them.” Ceris emerged from behind me and joked, “Now that I’ve taken care of your business, what’s my reward going to be?” After putting fresh flowers down, I turned around and said with a raised brow, “Didn’t we agree that you’re getting Giselle’s company? I’m getting half its value in cash.”

She noted with undeniable joy. I shrugged, pretending to be okay with that. “I do.” I lied. Diana smiled in triumph. “Oh really? What happened?” I started to scratch the back of my neck. “She- well she died.” “Everybody knows she died. Do you know after what?” “I know!” I exclaimed defensively. Diana’s long painted fingers drummed on the table, annoying me more. “What did she do Myra?” I swallowed hard. “Well um it was very tragic.” I guessed. “I don’t want to talk about it.” I fake shuddered.

She had experienced what it was like to die. This man wanted to kill her. He really wanted her dead! If she continued to lie to him, there was no way she would live to see another day! “Duke, I’m sorry.”

I said in a irritated tone. "Yeah whatever. Just know that it's not nice to lie." she said in a firm tone. I rolled my eyes and said "Im not lying. Besides...everybody lies." "Well...they shouldn't." said Dina. "Oh please. I bet you've lied before." I said raising my eyebrows. She shook her head and said "I can honestly say that I haven't." "You've never lied before?" I said looking into her eyes, to see if she's lying. She shook her head.

She stumbled backwards, but managed to maintain her balance and didn't end up falling down. Sia was confused at what Tony said. She knew what dying was, but how do you die on your own? Are not you supposed to die when you grow old and can't get up from bed anymore? Just like what happened to the old headmistress? She grew so old that she couldn't get up anymore and then they all found her a final resting place, where she can rest peacefully forever. Sia's anger and hurt was turned into curiosty and confusion.

Nanny gulped her tears and wiped her face off by her sleeve, and tried to gather her nerves, she had finally decided to say it out. “You have to forgive me for all the lies that I told about them, you were just too little to understand things,” she took her hand and continued, “They didn’t die in a car accident, that wasn’t an unfortunate death. . . “ She gulped the fear rising up her throat. “They were murdered. . .”, there she couldn’t keep her strength intact, she burst into tears, wailing with remorse, “they were murdered so brutally. . . . . “.

The woman didn’t even let her complete her statement when she grabbed her by the shoulder. "She was already grown when he killed her." She said that, and Daina stared at her, confused. "What do you mean by that?" She asked the woman, who chuckled before sliding to the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks. "She was around your age, a sweet girl, all that I had. I had warned her to stay away, but then she didn’t listen to me; she decided to do what she pleased, and guess what? It didn’t end well for us. She had made a mistake, and as such, she had to cover up for herself. She decided to lie to save herself, and guess what? It ended in her death. He killed her without any mercy, and all becau