Not Dying For Her Lie Again Novels & Stories

“Baby, you don’t mean that, do you? You’re just blinded by their lies. Listen to me, baby—” “No!” I stood tall, refusing to believe her attempts to explain away her actions. The lies that had once clouded my judgment no longer held sway over me. “That’s what I want. I want you to die! I want you to disappear from our lives!” To add more pain to her already wounded heart, I spat on her. I reiterated my wish for her to perish, casting her aside with disdain, disgusted by her presence.

She needed to let it all out. “I’m fine.” Her voice was clipped when she tried to get up from my lap. But I held onto her. “You don’t know how to lie, Doll,” I said, rubbing small circles on the exposed skin of her thigh. “Even if you are not fine, I want to know. I won’t prod. Just… let me know.” Because someone died because of me when I didn’t know about their lies. She nodded, blinking at me. She was definitely surprised by how serious I was.

And when he was done- he had held my mum and slit her throat right before me. May your soul rest in hell Marcus. "Where is he?" Silas murmured. "You asked me that question last year. The baby died." I said, the lie I had forced myself to believe rolling so easily off my tongue, even I shivered. They scoffed and even Silas went as far as rolling his eyes. "We called you out this far Darya. You might as well drop the lies. We know the baby is alive and I am only going to say this once Darya…so read my fucking lips."

And she was a scientist! But… she didn’t want to lie to him… Not anymore. “I… had a bad dream,” she finally said. “A dream… where I died.”

She pleaded earnestly, rubbing her palms vigorously against one another. "Why? Is there a special reason you don't want to die?" I asked, hoping she might come clean with me once again but I don't think that would ever be possible as she lied again, "Nobody wants to die Young. Even the old are still scared of dying. That's a good enough reason not to want to die." She lied once again. Even if I don't know why she's desperately begging to be spared, the Diana I knew will never have begged me for such trivial reasons. Diana would have gladly died rather than kneel before me. She must have a reason for desperately wanting to live.

I stand inert with my legs frozen. “I didn't mean I was dead… But then I meant..” I stutter as I don't know the right words to use. “Yeah…?” She motions with her hands for further explanation. What do I even say to her, I didn't even know. I swallow down saliva and try to think of a lie rapidly, but I guess I'm dead. I can't even tell her the truth at this point. “She meant she died because of the work I give to her” mom chips in. I tunrtk the right side and she is coming from the passage that links the lounge and the kitchen.

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?"

“I need the truth about everything. About our baby. About our future.” She struggles against me, but I hold her firmly between my thighs and arms. The familiar scent of vanilla from her skin and the citrus in her hair envelops me, making me ache for her even more. My fingers trace the soft curve of her skin, and I feel my body clinging to her, my lips aching for hers. “Tell me,” I plead, my voice thick with emotion. “He died,” she whispers, the words slicing through me like a blade. “No... you’re lying,” I whisper back, shaking my head in denial.

Maybe getting away with all her past crimes has made her bold, but she didn't know what sort of minefield she was stepping into. No one used Belshar's name to lie, especially not when she was a major suspect in the case of my wife's death. I could still feel Selene sticky blood on my palm sometimes when I rubbed them together. "And what If I denied your claim? Didn't you think that far in your lie" Her eyes filled up with tears and I felt a nasty squeeze in my chest that made breathing a bit difficult. "If you are going to kill me, you should just get it over with... Everyone knows what you represent anyway and my life has already gone down to shit" she said, her lips trembling as she tried

Aiden locks eyes with me. “What would the point be in lying about that? She knew she might die, why tell me that?” “To fuck with your head.”