Tell Me Lies A Novels & Stories

“Hate’s cold and that man was on fire. So talk.” “There’s truly nothing to tell,” I said. “He and I are investigating the same murder. He seems to have some issues with reporters and was pretty unhappy that I was on the scene. That’s all there was to it.” I looked down so she wouldn’t be able to read the lie on my face. That wasn’t all there was to it, not by a long shot, but I didn’t want to delve any deeper. I was going to lock it up in a little box and throw away the key. I stood as Gail was opening her mouth. “No,” I said before she could ask another question. “I’ve told you everything, and I have to get going. I found another lead I want to follow up on, and I need to do a little more r

Lies, Betrayal. And nothing.

She looked at Denver, her blue eyes bright with tears. “He lied to you, Denver. About everything. About us. About how you felt. He told me you weren’t interested, that you’d moved on. That you had someone else.” Denver’s face twisted in disbelief. “Marcus, tell me she’s lying.” Marcus opened his mouth, but no words came. Cold sweat beaded his brow. The silence was damning.

Next, she rose to her feet so that she would sit on one of the chairs in the room instead of remaining on the floor like she had been doing when I pinned her down. I watched her get settled before clearing her throat. "There are different types of liars; the Liars who are very good at their stories and the little liars who cannot stick to one story," she explained. I narrowed my eyes as I listened to her speak. Could my father be a professional Liar? Could he be a criminal? "Now professional Liars make sure they memorize whatever story they plan to tell you so that it's always the same when they tell it. The details never change even if you were to ask them ten years later. They are that goo

I play dumb, buying time, forcing them to show their cards first. The man at the far end clicked on the screen, and the room lit up with my scandals. Every headline, every rumor, every fabricated lie mixed with a few dangerous truths. Pictures. Documents. My sins stitched into a narrative so neat it almost impressed me. “Care to explain this, Mr. Sterling?” one of them asks, folding his hands neatly on the table like a judge about to deliver a verdict. I straighten in my chair, refusing to blink. “What do you want me to explain? They’re lies.” My smirk is practiced, but inside I could feel the walls closing in.

★NEW YORK… Brianna was on a call with her parents. “You barely answer our calls these days,” her mother complained. “Sorry, i've just been busy with…” she realized what she was about to do and quickly stopped herself “Busy with?” Her mother asked. “Nothing mom. Just school” she lied. “Have you resumed lectures?” Her father asked She thought for a while, lectures resume in two weeks, but she had to lie, “Ummm… yes. Yes, I have” she lied. They went on to talk for a while.

I love you. I know I've played a darn game with you, I have manipulate you, yes I agree I have forced you, but believe me I was under influence, Tristan changed my medicine that night, I wanted to tell you but you won't believe me and you're not in position to even think rationally that moment." Lia : "How many more lie you want to feed me, Taehyung, How much?" Tae - "I'm telling you truth, Lia, I'm not lying anymore.

That was intended to be some kind of joke, though it's true, but Angelique stays dead serious. "Like what?" she asks, after a while. "Like how good you are at saying the perfect things to hurt someone... I honestly don't care if you do it with anyone else, but you need to stop doing it with me," I say, because it's at the top of my list, "Your lies, too. I will never recover from that first big lie you told, you know what I’m talking about. About us.” “I know. I regret that one,” she whispers, embarrassed, “I never meant for it to get so big.”

“One, I love video games. Two, I once pushed a stranger in a pool. Three, I love pickles. Which one’s the lie?’ he said and we started guessing. “You love pickles is the lie,” I spoke first. “I agree with Muff,” Michane followed and next was Krys who also agreed. “Bro, we know you. You could easily push somebody off even on a cliff.” We all laughed at what Levine said. “Okay, I’m next. One, I know how to dance. Two, I have three siblings. Three, I forget a lot about birthdays,” Krysyle said, making our brows furrow. “There’s literally no lie there, Krysyle Verlice,” I answered. “There is!” she exclaimed. “I’m guessing she knows how to dance is a lie,” Clint answered, making me do a facepalm.

He looked at my father and gave Dave a very hard look, then walked out. “What are you doing here?” “That's not how you speak to your husband, Rhea.” My father's voice was calm. I sat up straighter, ignoring the pain shooting through my ribs. “I don't know what he told you, but it's all lies. Every word…” “I know everything.” He cut me off. “The surrogate. The ex-girlfriend. The donor eggs due to your medical complications. Which part is the lie?” My mouth opened in disbelief. “You…you can't actually think this is okay.”