Tell Me Lies Stephen Novels & Stories

his voice cracked. “I’m not lying, Brian.” I met his eyes confidently, making sure to not let my resolve crumble. His face morphed into disbelief, doubt and then anger. “Why? Do you love someone else?” He spoke breathlessly and huffed looking away. “Answer me Stephanie, is there someone else?” He said holding both my arms firmly. “Yes, there is!” I shot back and gulped nervously. “You're just bluffing aren't you? To get rid of me.” He's not believing my lie. Why is he not believing it? I knew I had to come up with something strong.

She asked multiple questions, tearing rushing down her cheeks like water. “Yes.” Stephen knew that if he lies then it will make the matter worse. So he better come clean and then explain things to her. Elizabeth started crying loudly while she held her heart. The pain is just too much. Why is it that everyone in her life has done nothing but lie and hurt her. Stephen squatted and tried to hug her, but she pushed him away, crying even more. Seeing her this way hurts Stephen so much. ‘I am going to kill that bitch,’ he said in his mind.

I couldn't say that I was going to pass tonight because Zayn, it will become suspicious and they will start thinking of what isn't it. "Yes, I have a project to finish with Stephanie, so I thought about spending the night and finishing it instead of coming back tomorrow." I lied. Oh gosh, the way I lie so much even a lie detector can't detect it, it was just so flawless. "Okay, I guess that's it for the night." She said and grabbed her husband's hand then walked out on us, probably going to their Wing. After Mr. and Mrs. Black left it was just Stephanie and me.

He asks taking a sip from the whiskey he was drinking. "Dad, I am a Man of my words even tho, I have lied because that was the situation's demands, but tell me how can I prove it to you?" "Do you know what you are saying?" I nodded, leaning forward, "Yes, very well but before that, I want to see Elie and Marcus, " He chuckles, "You still don't trust me, do you?" "I do trust you but not Phillips, " He looked at me with an amused face.

“So what if I did?” Ste-phen chuckled. “And now you’re standing here, demanding answers, asking if I fucked her.” He leaned in, his breath ghosting against Mason’s ear. “Tell me, Mason… would it bother you if I did?” Mason shuddered, his body betraying him despite his best efforts to stay composed. “No,” he lied, forcing the word out through gritted teeth. “You can sleep with whoever you want.” Ste-phen pulled back just enough to meet Mason’s eyes again, his smirk never wavering. “Then why do you look like you’re about to murder someone?”

“I’m here to help.” I scoffed. “Help? How do we know you’re not the one who tipped them off?” She flinched at my accusation but held her ground. “I didn’t.” I shook my head, stepping away from the map. “You’ve been lying since the moment you got here, Steph. First about who you are, and now this? For all we know, you knew this was going to happen.” John exhaled. “Jake, we need to focus.” “Focus? You want to trust her?” I gestured at Stephanie, my frustration boiling over. “Reyna’s gone! Diane’s missing! And we suddenly find a note saying Steph is hiding something?”

And that's where Stephen got excited about the question, because he could tell all sorts of lies to brainwash Keanu into siding with him. "I'm a leader in the Mathis and Jackson furniture company, I thought you might like to hear that. And besides, the forest where that big boss of yours has been destroying the ecosystem in the forest that belongs to me, hunting down the beautiful deer that belongs to the forest that is already mine, also the man you blew his head off was a worker for me. So it all depends on how I'm going to prosecute you," he explained, Keanu was silent and Stephen said, "So it depends on you, are you going to help me get you off the hook, or are you going to help me get m

It had just been lurking in places nobody looked unless they had a hunch. And Peter was beginning to suspect. Not her. Not yet. But the past. Stephanie typed again. Stephanie: “Probably coincidence. You know how names echo in this field.” She sent it before she could reconsider. A softer lie this time. One disguised as professional logic. The phone went still in her hand. Across the room, Perry was narrating his puzzle progress with unnecessary drama. Bryan argued about corner pieces. Tyler listened silently, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

I shot upright so fast that water splashed into my eyes and nose. “What the fuck?” Stephen couldn’t possibly be serious. Bold of him to assume we were ever getting back together. “Miserable, I know,” Hera said. “It’s barely been a day since I left Chicago and he’s already spinning stories.” I huffed a breath. “That man has an impressive talent for embarrassing himself.” “It’s been happening for a while now,” she said lazily. “According to Reed, Stephen’s nearly fallen out with the rest of his family.” What—