Sometimes I Lie Summary Novels & Stories

I feel guilty about lying to him, but I get the sense telling him about Adrian would be a bad idea. Liam gets up and moves closer to me, leaning in. He reaches out and brushes a finger against my cheek. “You look so sad,” he whispers. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” I nod slowly, trying to keep my smile in place. “I’m fine,” I lie. “I just...I don’t feel like myself since the accident.” Liam’s smile disappears, and he grimaces. “That’s alright. I’m just glad that you’re still here with me and not dead. I didn’t think you would ever wake up, you know.”

These things I noticed since coming to know my power of knowing if a lie was being told to me. “I can’t lie to you, can I?” Mariah chuckled, drying her hands with Luci’s black fluffy towel. I shook my head, glad that she knew. Every time someone told me a lie it made my chest hurt and I don’t think I could handle my chest hurting and my tummy.

"Hopefully." He forced a smile. "I'll go now. Have a nice day," and he bade the both of them before leaving the house. Adelina stared at herself in the mirror. Was she wrong to have started this lie? Yes, she felt it. But she also thought it was the best way to forget him for good. Jonathan was always going to be the same arrogant, womanizer she had met a couple of years back and she felt stupid to have thought for a second, that he could change because of her. For her.

he said while disconnecting the call. "Swara, I know after this you would hate me more but I have no other ways left to keep you with me. I recorded the video when I kissed you. I knew your gold digger step mother would definitely throw you out of your house after watching that video. And then you will have no other option left. You will come to me. I am the one who broke you and I will be the one to fix you," Sanskar said to himself. ♡♡♡

“Watch your mouth.” Seeing how she refused to let go, I thought for a moment, then spoke calmly, “Wasn’t me going abroad exactly what you wanted? You pretended to be bullied so I’d take the humiliation and the beatings for you—what, your goal was achieved and you’re still unhappy?” All the color drained instantly from Lena’s face. Her eyes widened, her pale lips trembling nonstop. “You—you knew... everything... Harry, I can explain... I—” I shrugged. “But I don’t accept explanations.”

"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.

I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie." His hand hung in mid-air, then dropped as he tried to pull me close. "It's not what you think. I can explain." I pulled up the video and shoved it to his face. "This is why you bailed on me seven times, right?" I looked him in the eye. He held me, flustered. "I had my reasons." I waited for him to continue, curious about the reasons that had pushed him to marry Vivian behind my back and lie for three years.

All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie. When Noah graduated college, I cried harder than I had in years. He got a job in New York big lights, big stage, big world. I packed his bags and kissed his forehead. “Call me every Sunday,” I said, fighting tears. He hugged me so tightly that I almost broke and told him everything. But I didn’t. Months passed. Then one Sunday, his voice sounded different. “Mom… I met someone. Well, not like that. A man. Older. He hired me. We talk a lot.”

He's pushing me to the edge, why is he even so eager to hear the answer to his question. "Someone you don't know, even if I tell you his name, you don't know him either, so what's the point?" I bit my tongue, this is the biggest lie I've ever told and I hope neither I nor Daniel get hurt soon because of this. Contrary to my expected reaction, Darius' response to what I said was a small laugh, "Do you think I will believe your lie, I can tell you lying." He walks closer to me, “why do you keep lying to me?”

"Last spring, when my stomach was acting up, I didn't tell you because you were so busy with work. In February this year, when we were out of money, we ate plain porridge for two weeks. Just now, when you sent that kid to the hospital, you have no idea how scared I was. I was afraid there'd be another lawyer's letter in front of our door, that I'd never see you again. Is this game of playing poor really fun, Lance? Is it fun to have me running in circles, like I'm a fool? Lance, let me out of the car. You—" I reached for the car door, but he locked it before I could open it. Of course, after five years, he knew me too well. Maybe he'd already thought a thousand times about how to deal with m