Simply Lies Novels & Stories

The lever. “I don’t know,” I say. He hums softly, like he’s considering a piece of art. “Careful, Chiara. There are lies that create problems. And there are lies that create consequences.” My throat tightens. “I’m not lying,” I say. Another pause. Then, almost warmly: “Good. Because lying complicates observation.” There it is again. The word slides through me like cold metal. “I’m done,” I say. “You can be done with your role,” he says gently, “but you can’t be done with the results.”

“A humble girl. Uncomplicated. No history that would embarrass this house or distract my grandson from what actually matters.” “I am uncomplicated.” The lie came out smaller than I wanted it to. “Are you.” It wasn’t a question. “Then perhaps you’ll explain to me why a girl with no history at all felt the need to invent one so specific it rattled an Alpha who doesn’t rattle easily.” I held her gaze as steadily as I could manage, though my knees had gone unsteady under me, though the taste of sickness still sat bitter at the back of my throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Another lie. They were coming easier now, the way they always did once you’d told the first one and survived i

“Oh, so you’ve seen the papers, haven’t you?” “You said you were going to contact them to change it.” “I lied,” she answered carelessly. “You know, the same way you lied to Dylan Bass and told him my proposal was yours.” “That’s what this is about?” “What? You think I was just going to let you get away with pulling such a dirty trick? Of course, that’s what this is about? How does it feel to not be given the credit you deserve, Dominic? I bet it’s an amazing feeling.”

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.”

I simply heaved a sigh. “No, I’m not because my baby is always behaving and not giving me a hard time so I am perfectly fine here even if I am just alone,” I simply answered them. I just lied because I don’t want them to get worried about me and I don’t want them to know my hardships living alone while I am pregnant. ___

“So I misunderstood that this guy is your friend. And I misunderstood that you guys are engaged and want to get married. And I'm sure I got it wrong, too, that you were just lying to me the whole time.” She held up her hands in a soothing manner. "I didn't lie to you..." "No, you didn't," he interrupted, his tone now caustic. 'You just kept a few things secret, that's something else entirely, of course. A little secret here, a little swindle there—none of that bad.” “Let me at least explain how it happened,” she pleaded desperately. "Well, I'm really looking forward to it. What are you going to tell me this time?" He smiled cynically: "You can skip that, you don't seriously expect that I'll

she said with concern written in her voice. I nodded as I waved an assuring smile. “Yes, I’m okay.” “Then what was that about Damian claiming that you were his?” She asked. “Promise you won’t freak out.” I pleaded and she nodded. “You know that stuff I said about being sold off to a billionaire…blah blah.” I said and she nodded correspondingly. I paused, “that was about me.” She didn’t react. More like she didn’t understand. “I’m being sold off to Damian Cooper as a slave in the disguise of a bride!” I said.

If I wasn't the one that started the lie, I would have definitely believed what he said. “Yeah, she is a very simple person, and she always likes simple things with his wire and is very confused about the kind of gifts to give her.” James added. I tried so hard not to laugh because at this moment it was getting funny. The fact that he was so good at telling the lie was crazy.

" he murmured, his lips making a grin. 'Of course, he has dimples' Ace had a cocky air around him now. He was so used to girls falling over him because of his appearance. He was good looking and he knew it. Sky leaned back in her chair crossed her legs and gave him her full attention, she really looked at him a small smile on the side of her lips. "Does that usually work for you? you smile at them, flash them your dimples and they fall. is that how it works?? " Actually, yes it always does" he laughs giving her a curious look. Sky rolls her eyes at him "you're gonna have to up your game, not all girls are fooled by dimples and a winning smile. Some girls prefer plain old honesty, just tell t

I sniffed his perfume from a distance, it was one of the most expensive he had in his collection. “Why are you acting so nervous?” He asked, his voice trembling and diminished. I was actually trying to figure out if that was true or not, as I stood so dumbfounded and stared at him, without a single word. “Are you being serious right now? why aren’t you even talking to me, Ana?” He inquired again. “Um, I think I would have to drink some water, I feel thirsty, even before you came,” That was a blatant lie though, and I knew he wouldn’t believe me, but who was he to detect what I was up to since he wasn’t telepathic?.