Tell Me Lies A Novels & Stories

he said honestly. Ritu stopped her drink halfway and looked at him. She adjusted herself on the bed and paid full attention to him. "What's going on?" she asked. He recounted everything that had happened during the past month, including how she wouldn't let him touch her and how she spent so much time away from home, unlike before, without informing him. He talked of how she changed the lock on her phone and how she was so protective whenever he approached any of her items, how once he had seen someone stop by her office to pick up a few things, how a bouquet had been on her desk, and how she informed him that the company placed that on every desk, celebrating their anniversary, and how he h

“Then why does it look like you? Why does it sound like you?” “Because someone wants me destroyed,” Montez bit out, his voice low and feral. “And they’ve mastered the art of lies.” “It’s as if they’re all popping out of thin air.” She swallowed hard. “The exposé… the testimonies…” He scoffed, his lip curling. “Fabrications. Paid mouths and forged documents. They think they can bury me with rumors.” She clutched her phone tighter, the screen still showing headlines. MONSTER IN A SUIT: WOMEN SPEAK OUT.

“We can ask Samuel to confirm the correctness of both our answers. Now, answer the question, will you?” She worked to swallow, the anxiety swimming in her eyes. There were many ways to tame a tigress; this embarrassment was sure to be the deathblow. “Not that I answer to you, but I’m only answering the question to show the world how greatly he loved his family,” Leila’s voice trembled. I nodded, flexing my fingers. Here goes nothing. “He nestles in my arm every Friday, and by nine, we go to the bar, drinking and having sex till dawn,” her lies twisted my chest, and the painful part was that everyone was buying it.

… Dear diary, This is something brilliant I’ve come up with; I call it –The truth about lies What do your parents know about you? If your parents are around your answer would be- everything. But, no. There are things you want to tell them, there are things you will tell them and there are things that you'll never tell them. I am full of them. If I had told them from the beginning it'll all be fine, at least it would be easier. Lies, they grow and spread so deep, most of them overlap and outgrow others. If you are willing, to tell the truth, or you are thinking about doing so, you will find out that then all-(almost all) of your reality is funded by lies and it is better to give up than con

I now get why Becca is shaking her head and making faces at me. “Yah! That’s what people do when they get to work late. Even school kids are able to come up with ridiculous things like a my homework ate my dog,” he says shaking his head. “I would have to think of a different lie everyday then, Sir,” I say. Becca shakes her head. I am obviously terrible at this. What they all don’t know is I am actually a pro in lies. I grew up in a secretive mafia environment with deadly lies. I don’t see the point of lying about such minor, non life-threatening things.

Ashley teased, pointing at Garnet. Garnet simply smiled, while John cleared his throat awkwardly. "Okay… maybe this year," he said hesitantly. Garnet turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. He had no choice. He had to lie. "That’s settled then! I’ll call Esmeralda later—I have good news for her!" Diana said excitedly. Then, the unexpected happened. "I don’t want to get pregnant." The room fell into silence. All three of them turned to look at Garnet.

He replies and crosses his arms across a muscular chest, trying to appear in the know, but it only serves to irritate me further. “Umm, why nope? Carmen is my god damn name, I’m sorry it doesn’t meet your expectations. Freak.” I huff, wriggle aggressively, and exhale heavily when I make no headway in loosening anything. “You’re not a very good liar…. You have about fifty tells, and the only part of that which was true was that you stumbled across us. The rest was bullshit. Look, we just need to know who else is with you, and who you linked and told about this place before we took you down?”

Don't fuckin tell me you've fallen in love with this man? My stomach twisted. “I...i ..I haven’t. It’s... complicated. He’s dragging his feet on the divorce from Jayla. Election season, headlines—he’s paranoid.” “Paranoid? Or smart?” The voice sharpened, like a knife edge. “You’ve been in that house for months now, belly swelling like a trophy. If you’re not his wife on paper soon, you’re exposed. And if you’re exposed, I expose you. Everything—the lies, the setups, the money trails. Poof. Gone.”

“Why?! You invited a young girl to a disgusting party and you let her leave on her own, so you can come up here and do this sick shit?!” She shook her head frantically. “No! Please listen to me! It’s not like that, Reese, I swear—I just need you to listen—” “Listen to what?” I stepped back, dragging both hands through my hair. “To you tell me this was all a misunderstanding? That it was some twisted role-play for a p**n shoot? Or a commercial? That Tatum was just method acting? What lie are you about to spin, Lauren? Because I’ve heard every fucking variation of the bullshit you’ve ever fed me, and I’m done.”

Darien paused, as if anticipating her question, his gaze falling to the floor. He dropped his legs, smiled at her, and nodded, preparing to answer her question. “I… I am not who you think I am,” he explained, his voice barely above a whisper as he scratched his scalp awkwardly. “ There is something I have not been truthful about, but I will not tell you what it is until the time comes. We have only just met, so I do not think it is a good idea to start spilling such personal information. It is up to you to decide whether you should trust me in the meantime."