Tell Me Lies Book Novels & Stories

I tried to cover her mouth—but my hand passed right through her face. "Aunt Macey, Uncle Roger... I've been wanting to tell you this for a while. Samantha has a boyfriend at the construction site. He's broke and ugly, but she's decided to run away with him back to his hometown to get married. She made me promise not to tell you..." I clawed at Lola's lying mouth. "Shut up! Shut up! I don't have a boyfriend! Lola, why are you doing this to me?!" But I was already dead. There was nothing I could do to stop her.

“What’s going on? You’ve been in here a while.” “Well, Xavier was just letting me know dinner was wrapping up.” The lie rolled off my tongue before I could think, and I managed a small smile to make it more convincing. “I was also lost in our little discussion that I lost track of time.” Frank looked at me for a moment like he found something blue in what I said and then Xavier, I couldn’t read the plain expression he had, it was the kind of look that made you think he had some suspicious thoughts. My pulse hammered in my ears but I held his gaze, kept my shoulders lose and held on to the smile.

" I stared him down, my face cold as ice. Then I pulled out my phone and hit play on an old recording—his voice with Riley, before they left together. "You lied to me. You didn't go bankrupt. You gave Riley everything, every damn penny. You even wrote her name in your will!" My voice cracked, the anger spilling out. "You let another woman and her kid live fancy while your own children were stuck in a basement, hungry. Sheldon, you're the worst excuse for a father I've ever met." His eyes went wide. He seemed to wonder why I hadn't exposed him sooner. "No, it wasn't like that. I-I was out of my mind. I made a mistake. That's all. I swear, I was just messing around with her. You and the boys,

“Lucas?” “I never trusted him, not once. I knew he wasn't saying that full prophecy, so I went to his home. I saw him going through pages of a book and I figured that would be the book of prophecies.” She paused, her eyes staring into mine. “I waited, hiding before he left. I went in, took the book. But just as I was about to leave, I saw another book. It looked just like the book of prophecies. Confused, my curiosity preceded me as I flipped through the pages, reading the words, but something felt different. Some pages seemed to have been torn off. I opened the one I saw him read, and the pages were complete,. Then and there, ,I knew he had been lying to you.”

When I finally picked up, the first thing she said was, “Honey, I’m feeling really unwell today. Can you wire me two thousand dollars? I need to get more asthma medication.” Hearing her voice, a scoff surfaced in my heart. She had no idea I had uncovered her lies. She still thought I was the same gullible fool she could push around. If I sent her the money now, she would definitely use it to refill Derek’s medication. With that thought, I replied coldly, “I’m in the hospital. I don’t have money to send you.”

“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.

something I couldn't ignore any longer. I had been wrestling with this truth for weeks, maybe months: I liked girls. And not just any girl. Mary. Her quiet laugh, the way her eyes sparkled when she got lost in a story, the curve of her lips when she teased me about my terrible taste in sci-fi. It was her. It had always been her. I set my book down on the coffee table, the pages forgotten, and shifted closer. The couch creaked softly under my weight. "Mary," I said, my voice low, almost a whisper, "there's something I need to tell you."

"Why? People will want to make money out of it." "The last person that tried to duplicate it died." "What killed him?" "He just died." Nahigra responded, and I kept quiet. "How did you get the book?" Nahigra asked me, but I made a promise to the man that I won't spill to anyone. "No one. I just got it from a library." It wasn't a concrete lie, but I had to say something before she started doubting. She stared at me, it is well written on her facial expression that I just told a very big lie. But, I'm here to make sure that lies become the truth.

Please, let me stay with you. After a long moment, I replied in a calm and distant tone, "You don't have the right to stay with me, Andrew. Everything you have belongs to Daisy, not me. Didn't you already make your will? "For years, I've lived in the lies you created. Do you know how much I hated myself when I finally learned the truth? I hated myself for loving you, for falling in love with the man who destroyed everything." Looking at the face I had known for 20 years, the one that had slept beside me for five, I suddenly felt no more hatred.

It wasn’t just perceiving it—it was clogging my senses, and I had no problem drowning in it. “Why do you think so?” I asked, looking away from him. Why was I reacting this way? “Because you’re lying.” Unexpectedly, he placed his hands on the pile of books beside me and started setting them down one by one. I shut my eyes, knowing I was caught. The title I could use as a good cover-up, but the rest? Some of them were pretty obvious. He would be a fool not to guess the real reason I was here. Well, he wasn’t a fool.