Starting With A Lie Novels & Stories

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.

I desperately wanted her to tell me the truth but I'm not expecting her to be completely honest with me because it would make it obvious that their story wasn't exactly normal but I still wanted to hear her say something because I believe that in every lie, there's always an iota of truth. She cleared her throat almost as if she was deep in thought and I waited patiently for her to start explaining to me. "I honestly don't know how I'm supposed to start the entire story to you but I guess I have to start from somewhere," she said. "You can feel free to start the story from wherever you like, Anna. If you don't remember the beginning you can choose to start from the middle or start from the e

"My heart belongs to you, Wine ... I'm not a thinker nor an analyst in the love field. But one thing I do know well is I know my own heart and always follow it. I love you. I want to have babies with you. I want to build a family with you. That's what I want. It isn't wrong to want a baby, is it?" "No, it isn't wrong. But the relationship that starts with lies is not good. It should start with love, honesty, and faithfulness like I said. Another important thing is to communicate with one another sincerely and openly. If we started to lie since the first day and thinking that it's only a small lie, not matter. This attitude isn't good to carry in our soul. Big lie or small lie, it's a lie. So

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.

"When I handed Jil over to you, you promised to love and protect her. Have you forgotten? Only a few years in, and this is what we get! We may be old, but we're not dead!" Harvey dared not cry out in pain and only grunted softly every time the spatula struck. He wanted to explain himself, only to open his mouth and close it again. "Just go. We don't want you getting hurt and blaming it on us later." Holding the spatula, Dad was about to close the door when Harvey, who had stayed silent the whole time, lunged forward and jammed his hand in the frame. "Please, let me talk to Jilian. I have something to tell her. I know that I've messed up, and I'm here to make things right. Please let me talk

I looked at Aunt Eloisa when she slowly released me, a trace of confusion in her expression. "Why? Isn't it true?! Nothing really happen, right? Now, tell me, who got you pregnant?!" "Have you forgotten about the party last week?! We made love!" "Love your face! Ha! Me? I guess you're with someone else that time. You were drunk then, weren't you? Don't fucking trick me, Hailey!" I shook my head. He's lying… I'm sure he is and he's just making a way to escape his responsibility.

Another lie. How many more before everything falls apart?

She said as she made her way to the sit-out close by. The maidens brought out a bottle of champagne, and we both sipped our glasses. The conversation flowed easily, the memories we'd shared as lovers. Rosalia seemed carefree, but I knew better. I suspected she was hiding something. "Tell me, Massimo," she said, her eyes locked on mine, "why did you start this business? What's the appeal of flowers?" I studied her face, searching for any hidden motives. I leaned back in my chair, my eyes never leaving hers. "It's just a hobby," I lied, my tone smooth. Rosalia's gaze lingered on mine, and I could sense her skepticism. We both knew I wasn't telling the truth.

How could someone be this handsome every single morning? “How are you this morning? Any pain?” Instead of saying no, I answered, “A lot.” I lied on purpose. And I hated lying. Let the record show: even lawyers who hate lies exist. “Hmm, you were doing fine yesterday. I was hoping you’d feel better today so we could go out and eat.” “I was feeling okay yesterday, but the pain got worse today.” “Let’s get it checked. I wonder why it suddenly got worse.” “Well… I made a sudden movement before I fell asleep. That’s when the pain started. But it’ll pass once I take some medicine. I already have an appointment next week.” These lies could pave a road to New York—whatever, Amber…

His fists clenched tighter as he gritted his teeth. "I almost fell for it. After all these years, you've even learned to fake an illness when all you did was lie in the past? Don't fake it so well that you actually die before you even make it home!" James then threw the medical report at my face before pulling Tina away without hesitation. I only snapped out of it when Tina looked back and gave me a victorious gaze. I smiled mockingly at myself. So what if I was his biological sister? No matter what happened, it was my fault as long as Tina was involved. I was the liar.