Odio Las Mentiras Novels & Stories

Nagkibit siya ng balikat ang nag-iwas ng tingin. I pursed my lips before I spoke. "How I wish, it didn't came this far." "This is better, Elie than to leave in lies. We all played with lies and finally, the time has come." He muttered and looked at me seriously. "It's so hard to live in lies, everyday Elie and I couldn't even tell it to you." He added and his tears fell.

He said nothing. "Why can't you finish it?" Her voice cracked slightly at the edges. "Because saying it out loud makes it real? Because you know what it looked like and you can't actually defend it?" She laughed. Short and broken. "You're a liar Diego. You've always been a bloody liar. It seems you enjoy toying with people especially me." "I would never toy with you."

How could he even impress a lady with such emotionless affection? “Stop, will you?” Diego furiously blasted, still sitting on the chair with his gill rested on his palm. He glared at me and averted away. “I do not have the habit of lying. If I say, you look like a grasshopper with that fancy clothing you’re in, then it is a fact and not a flowery false statement.”

Vivian's face turned purple; she scratched his hand with both her hands, unable to break free. "You used my sympathy, gained my trust through deception, and hurt the person I cared about most." Damian's words were cold, his murderous intention thick. "Did you really think you could keep on toying with the Silvermoon Pack?" Vivian's tears and mucus mixed as she struggled and screeched in agony. "Damian, please let me go, I was wrong! I'll never do it again! Please, just give me another chance! I swear I won't lie again!"

The fear of his anger consumed me as I awaited my fate. A warm breath brushed against my ear as Diego whispered, “You know, the conquests of lies will be harsh, but you still decided to deceive me.” Diego’s words made my heart pound even faster, knowing that I had made a grave mistake. The weight of my deception hung heavy in the air as I braced myself for the repercussions of my actions.

He rather felt that the witch, as he always called her, was on to another scheme, and he decided not to fall for it. “¡Mentiroso! Engañalos todo lo que quieras, pero nunca podrás mentirme a mí. Yo sé la verdad. (Liar! Deceive them all you want, but you can never lie to me. I know the truth.)" Diego spat ruefully, attempting to bypass the pain that he felt. After all, they were trained to be resilient. So, even though tears mixed with snot were falling from his face, he still managed to defend his family’s honor as best he could.

I didn’t want him to know that he had gotten to me. “ What if…what if someone wants to tell the truth but can’t? Will you at least, try to understand them? ” I uttered. “ No. ” Striker’s fingers dug into my side. “ everyone has a chance, Lana. What I hate more than lies…are stupid excuses.” “ You hate everything! ” I couldn’t help but huff dramatically. “ Have you lied to me about anything? ” He deadpanned, gripping my hair to pull my head out of his chest.

She said to herself before looking at Carmelita "Mother, what are you talking about?" Lena said out loud, forcing her voice to sound confused and innocent. "I really don't understand what you're getting at. "Who told you that everything I said was all lies?" The words felt like ash in her mouth, but she pushed them out anyway. She had to try. She had to make them believe her, even if the truth was eating her alive from the inside. Mia rolled her eyes so hard Lena was surprised they didn't fall right out of her head. "Oh, please," she muttered under her breath.

“I do not trust the media, just like you do not. They lie like it is a sport. But evidence does not. The past does not. So tell me, Mirabella, can a person's past be a lie?” My laughter came out thin, barely a sound, more mockery than amusement. My eyes said he was insane to ask me that, even though my lips settled on something softer. “They should not be,” I replied instead. “But I guess they do not always tell the whole story either, do they?”

So, I speak in the only way I can. I let him see my fear, my pain, my anger, all through the tears that rush down my cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Sarah,” he starts to speak. His voice is trembling. Every word that comes out of his mouth feels like a fucking glitch. Liar. I repeat the word in my head over and over again. Liar. Liar. Liar. It’s all I can see, all I can think of. “There’s a lot we haven’t told you about. We hid the truth about a lot of things from you. I thought we would have more time. We…there’s…”