One Of Us Is Lying Novels & Stories

he said as we both laughed. "Alright, let's play a game" he said and I sat up . "Two truths and a lie" "Hmm, interesting " I murmured. "I make three sentences then you guess which one is a lie" he explained and I nodded. "The whole point of this is to get to know each other better," he added. "Sure! I'm game" "Alright, I'll go first," he said , clearing his throat. "Take it away!!" "When I was young my dream was to become a firefighter "

The truth hung heavy in the air, but Liam's skepticism remained evident. His gaze remained fixed on me, searching for any signs of deceit. Liam's presence was a constant reminder of the powerlessness I felt, trapped in a world where my every move was monitored and questioned. I knew that lying to him would only bring about further punishment, so I held steadfast to the truth. "No, Liam," I said firmly, meeting his intense gaze. "We didn't discuss anything of importance. I don't know why Tyler left, and I wasn't part of any plan if there was one."

“…You followed me.” He didn’t deny it. “I figured you would come.” Silence stretched between us. I looked at him. Then back at the room. “…Tell me something.” He frowned slightly. “What?” “If someone confessed…” I said slowly, “does that automatically make it true?” His expression hardened. “That’s how the system works.” I shook my head. “No.” I turned to face him fully. “…That’s how people get away with lies.” His eyes narrowed. “What are you saying?”

I tried to make my escape, but a wall of bodies blocked my path. "Hey, where do you think you're going? You haven't danced with us! You promised!" "Yeah, we're all waiting to see it!" I glanced at Adrian Jones, knowing that without his say-so, there was no way I was getting out of there today. He lounged on the sofa, with Macie Rogers snuggled against him, and shouted, "Come on, take it off! Or I'll cut off your mom's treatment right now."

"Alpha Carlen, here is the flash drive you dropped." Right, I had left him a flash drive. I must've wanted to tell him how to earn my forgiveness through this. Clinging to that final thread of hope, Carlen hurried to plug it into the computer. The video played. Scene after scene showed Lily provoking and framing me inside the estate. It turned out this whole thing was Lily's self-orchestrated scheme. He had even misunderstood me because of this! Carlen felt the strength drain from his body as he sank to the floor in despair.

Turning back to him, "These designs are somehow flashy. Don't you see the ones I sent to you? And I heard from the person I sent to you that you said you do not have ‘some’ of the designs, not all. But looking here, I can't seem to find any that look like what I ordered, which means you don't have everything. So why did you lie?”

That she had been lying, spying, playing him? God help her. God help them both. ‘Maybe I should fake my own death now,’ she thought wildly. ‘It worked for Shakespeare. I'm an author afterall.’ She shook the thought away, stabbing a piece of pancake with unnecessary violence. The meal dragged on, full of polite small talk so brittle it could have snapped if someone breathed wrong. They were all good at this: pretending. Professional liars, all three of them. Stefano eventually leaned back, wiping his hands with a cloth. "There’s a reason I wanted you both here," he said, looking between them.

So, this was the reason he had refused to go public with our relationship all these years. All that talk about waiting for the firm to stabilize, waiting for the right time, waiting until he could give me a secure life before going public—it was all a lie. Without even knowing it, I had been the other woman. I forced a bitter smile and looked them both straight in the eye. "Fine. Okay. I'll leave you two to it." With that, I bent down, gathered my personal belongings from the floor, and prepared to leave. "Hold on." Louis suddenly called out, stopping me.

“And what happens when we find them? One lucky girl marries him and the rest of us go on our merry way?” “No, no,” said Maurice. “At least, I hope not. That’s just part of the plan.” “So they lied? Just to keep him sweet?” They both nodded like this was a perfectly normal thing to do. “They probably didn’t have a choice,” said Dudley. “Whatever they want us to do,” said Maurice, “they couldn’t tell us. They had to do it this way.” A lie to trick the One True God into not killing us all immediately? Give him a game to play to keep him interested? I could see that. I’m not saying it was a good idea, but lying to get out of a tricky situation is pretty standard. Everyone does it.

Then said it, flat and quiet. “You’re not okay.” I swallowed. Hard. “Do I look that bad?” She shrugged. “You look… um- beautiful? Like um-you could kill someone and get away with it.” “Cute.” “Wanna talk?” I didn’t. But I nodded anyway. We sat at the counter with a cup of tea between us that neither of us touched. “He lies,” I said. “So quietly. Like he’s supposed to.” “About what?” “About everything.”