Stop Lying To Yourself Book Novels & Stories

broken. Abby continued as she cries, "All my life I had to put myself in her shoes, I always had to pretend to be her... in a place I know I'll never belong... I know it sounds stupid and absurd but it's just how I love you." "Abby..." Kevin tried to stop Abby but she continued, "I always convinced myself... just one more day... and that day turned into weeks the into months then years... I lost myself in the process.... hell, I didn't know that if you keep telling yourself the same lies over and over again, a part of you end up justifying everything, a part of you ends up believing your own lies."

There was no way I was going to escape fate as long as I kept living "Stop thinking like that Katherine! You're going to be better" Nina tried to console me, but I didn't listen to her. In fact I wasn't listening to anybody, not even myself. All through my life I had always been convincing myself that everything will get better, that everything will be just fine. But clearly I had been lying to myself all those while. I had gotten enough of the lies, I was done with it. I was tired of clinging onto a fantasy that will never become reality. The more I lied to myself, the more I was making myself a subject to fate's torturous nature.

"Every moment I'm around him, I feel like I'm on the edge of a cliff, waiting for a sign that I matter more than just a convenience. But I know he won’t ever love me the way I want. Not when someone else already lives in his heart." I swallowed. Hard. My vision blurred slightly, and I blinked it away quickly. Was this what self-sabotage felt like? Or was this a quiet kind of bravery—putting down words you’d never dare to say aloud? I kept typing, my fingers moving with a strange urgency, a release I didn’t know I needed. I paused, my fingers trembling slightly. "Maybe it’s time to stop hoping. Maybe the pain of pretending is worse than the ache of letting go."

I didn't want to hear him anymore because he was a liar. He was lying. He was the liar. I never betrayed myself on that topic. Why would I do that? Why anyone would put themselves in misery? Why anyone would put themselves down? He was bluffing in the cold air, thinking to change my mind. As I went to my car, his words were echoed again and again. You're your biggest betrayal.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

"You promised to handle Ellie's work, but you deliberately sabotaged her instead. You don't think you owe her an apology?" I scoffed and shot right back. "First of all, I never promised anything. You forced that file on me. Second, even if I did agree to help her, I never said I'd do a good job. So how exactly did I break my word?" Robert's and Ellie's faces turned ashen. They wanted to argue, but they couldn't find a single flaw in my logic. Ellie squeezed out two pathetic tears, whimpering. "Melanie, I had no idea you hated me this much. If there's no room for me here, I'll just resign!"

My heart thundered as he stared down at me, his eyes unreadable. I tried to pull away. He didn't let go. "I'm not pathetic," I said, panting, my voice barely above a whisper. "You are," he said evenly, leaning in just slightly, daring me. "I'm not!" I shouted, but my voice cracked under the weight of my emotions. Was he right? Was I really that lost? That broken? Tears welled in my eyes. "You're pathetic because you're living in a lie," he said, voice lower now. "Running from yourself. Lying to yourself. About who you are. About what you want."

When the lie started two years ago, Henry had to live with Tessa with a mask on as he carefully pretended to be someone he was not. Even though he was not used to living in a cheap rental house smaller than his bathroom, he had to pretend that it was a home filled with warmth.

His eyes haven’t left me since I stepped out. “But one day, I stopped. I stopped letting other people write my story for me.” There’s something sharp in my chest—grief, maybe. Or anger that’s settled into something steadier. “I didn’t wake up powerful. I wasn’t born brave. I broke, slowly. Then I rebuilt, slowly. And in that rebuilding, I learned something.” I lean closer to the mic. “No one is coming to save you. You have to save yourself.” I let the silence stretch after that. It’s intentional.

I felt like I was slowly destroying myself from the inside out. Everything seemed bigger in my mind, every thought spiraled into something I couldn’t control. I hated myself for the lies I couldn’t untangle. More than anything, I wanted to confess. I wanted to unburden myself, to share the truth with him, to let it all out and stop pretending that I was okay. But the thought of seeing disappointment—or worse, hatred—in his eyes stopped me every time. I always told myself I was doing this to help him. If I hadn’t come to the pack and discovered Lila’s journal and all the atrocities Eddie had been committing, Asher wouldn't have figured it out.