Numbers Don't Lie Novels & Stories

He asked questions that seemed casual but pulled information from people who didn’t realize they were giving it. He was good. Terrifyingly good. When one man tried to negotiate a lower price using a falsified report, Penking didn’t call him out. Just smiled and said he’d need to verify the numbers. The man backed down immediately. After they left, Penking looked at her. “What did you see?” She was surprised he asked. “The man in the grey suit was lying,” she said. “His numbers were fabricated. He kept touching his left ear when he cited figures. People do that when they’re uncertain about what they’re saying.”

"When I handed Jil over to you, you promised to love and protect her. Have you forgotten? Only a few years in, and this is what we get! We may be old, but we're not dead!" Harvey dared not cry out in pain and only grunted softly every time the spatula struck. He wanted to explain himself, only to open his mouth and close it again. "Just go. We don't want you getting hurt and blaming it on us later." Holding the spatula, Dad was about to close the door when Harvey, who had stayed silent the whole time, lunged forward and jammed his hand in the frame. "Please, let me talk to Jilian. I have something to tell her. I know that I've messed up, and I'm here to make things right. Please let me talk

I opened the message either way, Stacy: "I MISS YOU SO MUCH... I HOPE THE FUNERAL WENT WELL.. WHEN ARE YOU COMING BACK?" I shook my head and responded, Me: "IT WENT WELL THANK YOU STACY. I DON'T KNOW WHEN I'M COMING BACK.." Stacy: "I SERIOUSLY COULD USE WITH YOUR TOUCH RIGHT KNOW... I MISS US." I rolled my eyes... one big lesson you need to get from me is never to give a one night stand your numbers.. never.... they'll suddenly think they have an opinion on every decision you make in your life or that you guys want to get married. So step away for good.

"You went out and had your fun to the point of having an illegitimate child! What's the point of coming over to apologize?! The Medina family doesn't welcome you anymore! And my daughter has nothing to do with you anymore! You've already divorced! Don't harass my daughter after this, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!" "No, this isn't real! None of this is real..." He frowned in thought, suddenly struck by realization. "I didn't mean to sign the divorce agreement. I signed it when I was drunk! It was all that woman's plot! I was tricked! Please believe me, I truly love Lia. I don't want a divorce." Midas sneered, his voice cold. "Your name's on the paper. How is it fake? The child is

Kieran Numbers don’t lie. That’s why I’ve decided I prefer them to people. People lie. They lie with their words, they lie with their eyes, they lie with the promises they make in the dark when the rest of the world is asleep. But numbers are absolute. A column of figures adds up, or it does not. A deficit exists, or it does not. There is no nuance in arithmetic, no grey area where a heart can get lost. It’s the Merchant Guild’s quarterly tax assessment. The very document that, three weeks ago, was a source of endless debate, negotiation, and headache.

"Ask me whatever you want. I'll answer." She'd prepared questions. Legal, structured. But standing here, they felt inadequate. "Why me?" "Because you called." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one I have." He leaned against the counter. "Do you know how many wrong numbers I get? Dozens. I hang up. Every time. Except you." "Why?" "You sounded... real. Most people perform their emotions. You were just... leaking. Grief and anger and this refusal to break down." He paused. "It was familiar."

She could almost hear the laughter of the board members, see Dane’s smirk echoing from the gala, as if fate refused to let her catch her breath. “This is deliberate,” Lisa muttered, her voice sharp with contained fury. “Someone inside leaked these numbers. False numbers. They’re trying to ruin me…..” She broke off, her chest rising and falling as though each word required too much strength. Joseph stood by the window, listening. He hadn’t touched the coffee she ordered for him. His silence wasn’t disinterest, it was patience, letting her burn the edges of her anger before he spoke. Finally, he turned his head toward her, voice even.

“The door must’ve been closed.” Lie number one. Nora’s jaw locked. “I called the landline. It’s been ringing beside your elbow for five straight minutes.” Kire shrugged. “Didn’t hear it.” Lie number two. “Really, now?” “Yes, Ma’am. I didn’t hear it ring.” She said with a fake smile. Ah! This sneaky bitch.

“You don’t play games, and you don’t act as if you’ve never been touched before.” “Is that a bad thing?” “No, I admire it. Even the men pretend in our world.” “No, they boast about their conquests,” I corrected him, making him chuckle. “I wasn’t talking about lying about how many they’ve slept with. With them, it’s the other way around,” he clarified, munching on his own food now. “The other way around?” “Their numbers are always double the actual amount. Just like they love to brag about how much money they have, and the females fall at their feet. It’s all lies,” he assured me.

She's been with me for ten years, after all. Flashing Zoey a fond smile, he pulled his phone out and gave me a call. But as soon as he heard the automated voice saying the number was unreachable, a sense of unease crept in. He called again, but nothing changed. Still unfazed, Julian tapped into our chat. The moment he saw my message, he froze. I had broken up with him by text. Zoey glanced up, noticing his odd expression. Her gaze flicked to his phone screen, and she chuckled.