One Of Us Is Lying Novels & Stories

I suddenly could not breathe as he stared at me with the familiar smirk that I had hated ever since. My words got stuck in my throat as I became automatically speechless. He sighed and sipped more of his coffee, licking his plump pink lips at the end. Had I kissed those? And how many times did I do it? My brain couldn't comprehend as I raised the sheets to cover my bare chest, already feeling exposed. I had slept with Khalil Ahmed! The most beautiful guy at my school and my fucking rival. I had no idea he was gay, although he hadn't joined others to insult me when they did, he didn't give off any fruity vibes.

There was no fucking way. "You’re lying." I growled, jumping to my feet and surging forward. "Tell me that you’re lying!" Kneeling down, I grabbed Ian’s torn shirt and tugged him towards me. He was lying. He had to be fucking lying! There was no way that everyone was dead. How could Azura and her warriors allow something like that? ‘Ashton,’ Leah huffed, reaching out a clawed hand and wrapping it around my wrist. ‘Let him speak.’

Then he smirked, the same infuriating smirk he always wore when he thought he’d won. "Enjoy the lies while they last, Shania," he said, backing toward the door. "Because when the truth comes out, you’ll realize you’ve just traded one manipulative bastard for another." The door slammed shut behind him, and the silence that followed was deafening. I turned to Stefan, my heart pounding. "Is he right?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Have you been lying to me?" Stefan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It’s not what you think," he said finally.

He shuts the laptop. His phone buzzes once on the table. Unknown number. You’re good at pretending none of this matters. Another buzz. Same number. But I know what you look like when you’re lying. Liam stares at the screen. He doesn’t know how Noah got his number. But he knows exactly what the hell he's talking about.

and Lorraine screamed into the phone like a kettle exploding. On the other end, Alina yanked the phone away from her ear. When the scream ended, she slowly brought it back. "Okay. I still want my hearing when I’m sixty. What happened?" "I TOLD HIM I DID LIKE HIM…" she blurted dramatically. "You really did?" Alina asked, amused. "I wouldn’t SAY I did if I DIDN’T!" "Right, right," Alina laughed. "Lorraine, the girl who refuses to lie to herself. I understand."

“But people lie, Sarah. About me, they seem to lie a lot.” “I know, I know.” I reach for his hand, holding it tightly. “And I’ll never be someone who just goes along with the mob. Still, if someone is telling lies about you, isn’t it best to talk about it, and get to the bottom of things?” “I guess,” Nash agrees. “If I’m going to be your Luna, we have to be able to be honest with each other, even about really hard things.” “I’ve always been honest with you, Sarah,” Nash insists.

“I married you without your consent in Las Vegas. Your ex-boyfriend is a relative of mine. Your mother had a chip and she hid it somewhere underneath your skin.” Silence. Her smile falters, brows curling. The slice of pizza in her hand droops, she curls her fingers tighter around the crust. She’s looking at me, really looking at me as though searching for a tell. I see in her eyes that a part of her knows I’m not lying. She wanted two truths and one lie. I gave her three truths. Whether she believes them or not, that’s not up to me. I’ve blown it all open.

She dismissed the teacher with a wave and regarded me in disdain. “Look at how pathetic you are. You’re so pitiful.” She crossed her arms and leveled me with a provocative look. “So?” “Stop pretending to be all high-and-mighty, you piece of trash. I’ll tell you the truth. You could have been walking already, but because I said that I wanted to become the principal dancer, Elwood bribed the doctor to use the wrong medicine on you, which is why your legs are completely gone. You won’t be able to stand up again.

"Congratulations—on raising someone else's child." With that, I turned and walked away. Behind me, Silas erupted into a hoarse scream. "Impossible! That's impossible! Ariana, you lied to me—you lied, didn't you?! Ahhhhh! Come back! Ariana, come back!" His voice grew weaker and weaker, likely drowned out as the police restrained him.

“That sounds… dangerous.” “It’s simple,” she explained. “You say three statements. Two are true, one is false. Everyone guesses the lie.” Lucio smirked. “This is literally built for us.” Aston jumped in first. “Fine. Me first.” He stood dramatically. “One: I once snuck out of the mansion through the west wall when I was sixteen. Two: I hacked Caelum’s private schedule just to see how boring it was. Three: I hate Christmas.” Caelum didn’t even hesitate. “The third one is the lie.”