Simply Lies Novels & Stories

I have to lie and lie like I usually do. It's exhausting.

she said then looked at him, his eyes stared at her like they could see lies, she quickly looked away “You are lying” he said “God! You are so honest” she said it like it was to be hated “Isn’t that a good thing?” “Well it is… But in your case I don’t know what to say” “Don’t you lie?” she asked “Never happened… Why should I lie when I know the truth? Lies complicate things and you’d have to lie to protect a lie, it is like an onion, the layers never stop growing out” “Hmmmm… you are quite the smart ass” she reacted then stared at him for a while

“I hate how you always sound like you have your life together.” “I don’t,” Simone said easily. “I just fake it better than you do.” I turned my head toward the phone. “So, what would you do if you were me?” “Honestly?” “No, lie to me.” She snorted. “I’d stop thinking so much and just do whatever feels good.” I frowned. “That’s terrible advice.” “It’s great advice. You overthink everything, Lia. Maybe it’s time to just… live.” I let out a slow breath. “Living is complicated.”

Louis acted as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. He pulled a paper from his coat pocket and slapped it onto the desk in front of me with a loud smack. It was unmistakably a marriage license. Stamped right there on the license were their names.

The time ahead would be mine and mine alone. The End

"I would've thought that out of everyone, you'd be the one most against my decision to remain concealed. You do hate liars after all." "Yes, but there is lying to hurt others, and lying for the greater good, and this decision will no doubt be for the latter. Not to mention, you're not technically lying to them, you're just not telling them everything. It's not like anyone has actually asked whether you're Kalani Ivashkov yet."

“Why wouldn’t it be right?” Leora bit her lip. “Because of everything going on. Because of who I am. Because… I feel like I’m lying to him.” I glanced at Simeon. He was quiet, watching her closely. “What do you mean?” I asked softly. “What are you lying about?” Leora shook her head quickly. “No, no. I haven’t told him any lies. But I haven’t told him everything either. And the more I care about him, the harder it gets.”

“That’s Lyra. They say it’s named after a lyre that could charm even the gods.” “It’s beautiful,” I whisper. “You always look at things like that,” he says suddenly, voice low. “Like you want to believe in the stories. Even the sad ones.” I turn to look at him. He’s already watching me. “It’s easier than believing in silence,” I reply, just as quietly. His hand is still in mine. And I don’t let go. But just as I begin to breathe in that fragile sense of calm, it hits me—this is wrong.

The High King said narrowing his eyes as he watched her. “What does it mean to belong to you?” lisa asked trying to keep her voice steady. “Ah that. It is simple, you are my property.” He shrugged. “That’s not simple. That’s not simple at all.” lisa replied. “How is it not?” The High King asked.

The pain of every bone in my body shattering was something I would never forget. No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't understand. I was clearly the heiress. The DNA test was flawless. So why was I still called a fraud? I tried to find an excuse to deny it. But Yvette didn't press me further. Instead, she said gently, "I understand you might feel resentful that Mr. and Mrs. Cox only came to find you now, but they only just discovered the truth themselves."