Tell Me Lies Evan Novels & Stories

“You’re making a mistake, Nelson.” Nelson ignored her. I turned to Vivian, my voice firmer now. “I don’t know who took those pictures, but I won’t let you twist this into something it’s not. I went there to stop this madness. I didn’t tell him anything.” Vivian smirked. “Believe whatever makes you sleep at night, Lily. But remember this—Simeon is not the man you think he is. And soon, you’ll realize that.” I stood my ground, but inside, my heart was breaking.

I sniffed his perfume from a distance, it was one of the most expensive he had in his collection. “Why are you acting so nervous?” He asked, his voice trembling and diminished. I was actually trying to figure out if that was true or not, as I stood so dumbfounded and stared at him, without a single word. “Are you being serious right now? why aren’t you even talking to me, Ana?” He inquired again. “Um, I think I would have to drink some water, I feel thirsty, even before you came,” That was a blatant lie though, and I knew he wouldn’t believe me, but who was he to detect what I was up to since he wasn’t telepathic?.

He smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement as he stepped back from me, running his thumb over his lips. I swear if I got back home, I'm going to kill him for this. An hour later and I had already spoken to my father and ready to leave this damn place. "That's him." Lila said beside me and I turned. "Who?" I asked, scanning the crowd. "The god of money. The one in black suit, standing right over there." I traced her finger and it stopped right at a man, standing at the far end of the hall and discussing with some people, including my father.

"It doesn't matter now. It's done already, and if I go back in there and say I lied, then I'll just get into more trouble, and so will you, probably." "You're probably right," he said, nodding slowly. "Anyway, I'm Evan. Stewart. You probably know al-ready, since he was shouting it and all, and you're Anita, right? Or so I heard." "Uh, yeah, that's me," I mumbled awkwardly, ignor-ing how my insides trembled when he said my name. "Anyway," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Thanks for doing what you did. It helped me out a lot, I really can't afford to get in trouble, and I'm grateful. So, I guess I'll be seeing you around."

The distance between them felt larger than the room itself, Evan ran a hand through his hair. For the first time all evening, he looked tired. "As far as you're concerned," he said carefully, "Ethan isn't someone you should be involving yourself with." Natasha shook her head, "You keep saying that." "Because it's true." He replied, "Why?" She asked, Evan didn't answer immediately and that alone was suspicious. "Why?" she asked again and his eyes met hers. "Because you don't know him." He said, "And I know you?" She asked, because all these years he has been lying, hiding and controlling her.

"When I handed Jil over to you, you promised to love and protect her. Have you forgotten? Only a few years in, and this is what we get! We may be old, but we're not dead!" Harvey dared not cry out in pain and only grunted softly every time the spatula struck. He wanted to explain himself, only to open his mouth and close it again. "Just go. We don't want you getting hurt and blaming it on us later." Holding the spatula, Dad was about to close the door when Harvey, who had stayed silent the whole time, lunged forward and jammed his hand in the frame. "Please, let me talk to Jilian. I have something to tell her. I know that I've messed up, and I'm here to make things right. Please let me talk

The cursor blinks at the end of a sentence he no longer trusts. “He knows how to sound sincere,” Julian says quietly. “That is the worst part. He can make a lie sound more stable than most people make truth.” “Maybe that is why you bother him.” Julian looks at him. Evan leans forward, elbows on his knees. “Because you can hear the difference.” Julian’s throat tightens, and he looks away before Evan can see too much. His phone lights beside the keyboard. For one second, he thinks it will be Sarah or a news alert.

She felt like she had been given an undeserving chance at life and decided she wasn't going to spend even a second trying to understand what happened those years back. The door flew open and Manuel, accompanied by Dr. Tony and an unfamiliar man who looked to be in his early thirties walked into the living room. Manuel went over to where his wife was seated and kissed her on cheek before plopping down beside her on the sofa. Tony greeted the women in the room and immediately delved right into introducing the man who stood beside him. "This is Easton Blaine," he divulged. "He will be Adelina's therapist while she continues her out-patient therapy here."

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.