Starting With A Lie Novels & Stories

“Forever, even in silence.” I remember our first night together, the way he trembled when he touched me, how he made love to me like he was discovering religion for the first time. He kissed every part of me like I was made of prayers. When it was over, he pressed his forehead to mine and said, “I will never let anything take you from me.” Funny how the world makes liars of lovers. Noah didn’t ask about his father much. And when he did, I’d give vague answers. “He was strong,” I’d say. “Smart. A man of big dreams.” All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie.

I was too caught up in my own head, convinced you were the one who let me down, and that was why I did so many things to hurt you. "During the time you were gone, I realized what a huge mistake I had made, Liliana. I love you. Can we start over, please? " I spun around to face Adrian, but my heart was like a still pond—no ripples, no waves. "If you'd told me that a few months back, I would've been over the moon." Those were the words I had been dying to hear during the three years I spent feeling like nothing at his side—every second of every day.

The entirety of South City had witnessed our love. On our wedding day, he swore on God, "Lia, I'll never betray you, and I'll never hurt you." And yet, in the end, he did both. Suddenly, I felt so, so tired… I lay on the floor the whole night, my mind never stopped resting. When morning came, I made my decision. I called my father, Midas Medina. "Dad, Medina Group is expanding its business in Lumiere City lately, right? I want to go there for a while, to learn and see how things work."

I leaned back in my seat and added, "I'm giving you a chance now. Say the magic words. Break up with me. Don't worry. If anyone asks, I'll tell them that you were the one who dumped me so that won't hurt your ego anymore, right? Now, come on, say it. Say we're done so I can finally go home and sleep."

It made me understand that people depended so much on lying without even knowing it. That wasn't going to be my problem anymore. My love story could begin in truth...

She exclaimed and everything went silent for a while, before the agitated screeches broke the silence. "WHAT?!!!" Everyone screeched together, almost making Sia's ears bleed. She dramatically touched her ears and brought her hand close to her eyes, to see if there was blood or not. Louis rolled his eyes at her antics, before fuming, "Then WHY did you lie to us all?! " He emphasized the word 'Why' and folded his arms on his chest. Harry rolled his eyes huffing and sulked back like a litte kid. Sia was amused as they all still didn't get it. They all were so dumb that it always amused her.

Nagkibit siya ng balikat ang nag-iwas ng tingin. I pursed my lips before I spoke. "How I wish, it didn't came this far." "This is better, Elie than to leave in lies. We all played with lies and finally, the time has come." He muttered and looked at me seriously. "It's so hard to live in lies, everyday Elie and I couldn't even tell it to you." He added and his tears fell.

But I feel it every night when the house goes quiet and my thoughts turn black. I met her four years ago at a charity gala I did not want to attend. She was wearing a green dress and laughing at something stupid. I walked up to her and said the first lie that came to mind: I am not usually this nervous. She smiled. She believed me. That was the beginning of every lie I have told her since. Because the truth is ugly.

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE HER FIRST LIE “A well-told lie doesn’t just hide the truth—it rewrites it.” She was nine when she told her first real lie—the kind of lie that sticks to the roof of your soul and never quite washes out. Not the childish ones, not the ones about eating the last pastry or sneaking out the back door during piano lessons. No, this lie came with blood on the floor and a knife too big for her hands.

I said coldly. An awkward silence filled the space between us. He leaned closer, the subtle scent of his cologne mixing with my breath. His fingers brushed against mine as he took his glass back. "You almost got it," he murmured, his voice low. "But your pulse..." His eyes darted to my throat. "It tells a different story." My chest tightened, that frustrating mix of anger and heat surging within me. "Lesson three," he said, sitting back. "A convincing lie starts with believing it yourself."