Ten Years One Lie Novels & Stories

"The lie is the nightclub one. You don’t seem like the type to sneak around." I grinned. "Wrong. I have snuck into a nightclub. The lie is that I’ve never broken a bone. I cracked two ribs during training when I was sixteen." "Damn, didn’t take you for a rule breaker," Slade mused, looking at me with new interest. "You have a pilot's license at 18, bullshit!" Riley was watching me with disbelieving eyes. "I swear, I do." "You guys are so bad at this," Vera said, shaking her head. "Alright, my turn. One—I’ve been in love before. Two—I once rejected a mate. Three—I have never cheated."

“You reap what you sow. “From the moment you decided to accuse me in the livestream, you should have expected such a day.” Lydia cried. “I wanted to tell you about Richard’s illness, but I didn’t know how to… “I’m afraid that you’ll say I married into the wrong family, and I’m afraid that you’d view them as a burden…” I sneered and asked, “So you decided to lie to me?” She stuttered and could not answer my question. I continued. “Ten years, Lydia. You lied to me for ten years. “It’s not just a couple of years. It’s been a whole decade.”

"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

He did not let go of my hand even when the hostess slid menus toward us. “You two are such a lovely couple,” the hostess gushed, smiling at us. Barnabas smirked, his thumb tracing the back of my hand. “Thank you. We are in Luceland for our ten-year anniversary. Today is the big day.” He looked at me with an expression that was supposed to be adoration. It looked like a mask. “I have never been more in love with her than I am right now.” I stared at him, my vision blurring with rage. Ten years? The man was a pathological liar. I wondered if he truly believed the things he said, or if he was simply broken. I should have let Clementine call that mental health clinic last night.

“That sounds… dangerous.” “It’s simple,” she explained. “You say three statements. Two are true, one is false. Everyone guesses the lie.” Lucio smirked. “This is literally built for us.” Aston jumped in first. “Fine. Me first.” He stood dramatically. “One: I once snuck out of the mansion through the west wall when I was sixteen. Two: I hacked Caelum’s private schedule just to see how boring it was. Three: I hate Christmas.” Caelum didn’t even hesitate. “The third one is the lie.”

My boyfriend's mother had Alzheimer’s. She constantly mistook my best friend for her son's girlfriend. I lost count of how many times I tried to explain that I was his actual girlfriend, but within minutes, she would forget everything, grab my best friend’s hand, and call her a family. Out of sheer helplessness, my boyfriend had no choice but to tell my best friend to pretend to be his girlfriend. She comforted me at the time, saying, “Don’t worry, it’s all just an act.” My boyfriend promised me as well, saying, “As soon as my mother’s condition stabilizes, we’ll get engaged.” I ended up waiting three long years. During the first Christmas, my best friend stood in my spot for the family

Everyone envied me. They said my mom was like a wish-granting fairy on the other side of the world. An electronic reading pen. A pretty little dress. A new backpack. Whenever I made a wish to my mom, whatever I wanted would arrive from abroad within three days. Grandma told me my mom washed dishes in foreign restaurants and worked illegally, risking everything just to keep that little hope alive for me. "Your mom's only wish is for you to study hard and do well." The year I got into college, I saved every scholarship dollar I'd earned and bought a plane ticket across the ocean. During the eight-hour flight, I imagined reuniting with my mom countless times. I'd throw my arms around her

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

"I told you everything. I left to keep you safe. That's the whole truth." "And Alexander told me the same story. That you disappeared on purpose, that you asked him to stand in for you." I turned the recorder over in my palm. "Your stories match. Both of them. I've been through them a dozen times in my head. That's what scares me." "Why would that scare you?" "Because two people can tell the same story and still leave out the same lie." I looked at Adrian. "Is there something you haven't told me?" His jaw worked. "No."