The Book The Lie Novels & Stories

And soon, she’d forget any other way to speak. ~ARIA~ That night, she sat alone in the war chamber. The Book of Ashes open before her. She dipped her pen in ink and wrote slowly: VII. Trust is a lie whispered by corpses. VIII. Fear is the only loyalty without motive. IX. The house must bleed before the world can kneel. Then she closed the book. Stared into the dark. And whispered to the shadows, “Let them come.”

A truly catastrophic one is a man who lies about his family, and then you stumble upon a skeleton in his closet. I need air, need space to clear my head. Stay calm, not recalling the sick feeling of being lied to for two good years. I trusted Levi; I believed everything he told me. I was certain he was the right man for me, like he's good enough in most important areas. He’s loving, kind, and treats me right. He's not abusive, not controlling, nor dominating. He supports my career, played a big role in improving my fame, and all. So why would he keep such a secret from me? Assuming this blew up when we were already married, how would I have reacted? Would it be worse? Would the truth come ou

I knew the difference between right and wrong, between truth and survival, and I chose survival. And that’s the part that haunts me. Because no matter how many times I say sorry, no matter how many nights I cry until I can’t breathe, it won’t change what I started. It won’t undo the damage I caused to Antonio, to Rino, to myself. You can’t undo a lie once it’s spilled blood. I stared at the book in my hands, my thumb brushing over the embossed letters on the cover... “The Rape Recovery Handbook.”

Third POV. “What do you mean when you say that?” Leila asked as she didn’t understand that sentence. Marcus’s eyes were also filled with curiosity. “What I mean is that Josiah is lying about the book, so we should exclude him when finding out the person who took the book,” Elana said calmly.

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I hid it in the only place I knew it wouldn't be found, at least not by my kind. His shoulders slumped slightly as he looked back down at the book in his lap, his palm now stroking the cover, his thumb brushing up and down the spine. A flicker of pain darkened his features. 'I lied about it feeling like losing a limb,' he said, bitterness creeping into his voice and twisting it into something harder, colder. 'It was like cutting my fucking heart out of my chest and leaving it there to bleed out on a dusty shelf for centuries. I might not have been carrying the burden of it anymore, but I carried the pain of losing it every single fucking day. It was the only thing I had left of them. My last

She screamed at him at the top of her lungs. As Laura's accusations rained down on him one after the another, Drew's mask of being a loving fiance and boyfriend was ripped of his face, revealing the lies that he had built his own image on. He tried to gain some kind of sympathy with his pleading voice and joined hands, but it was nothing more than a criminal's guilt to save his own face. The truth was now out of the bag, giving us the all the truth of the man who had never truly loved her, because if he really did he wouldn't have been stabbing her in the back like this and having such affairs. Laura, turned away from his pathetic pleas as he kept on repeating that it was all a lie. "They al

She walked around the desk, and I felt my pulse spike as she came closer. I didn’t hesitate. My hands slid around her effortlessly, lifting her, placing her gently on the edge of the desk before me. Her legs brushed mine, and I felt the subtle weight of her against me. I cupped her cheeks, studying her, searching for the words she might refuse to say. “Tell me,” I said quietly with a tight voice and restrained emotion, “what did you see in my book?” Her eyes shone bright with pain. “You’re a liar,” she whispered, and the word hit me like a punch.

"Last spring, when my stomach was acting up, I didn't tell you because you were so busy with work. In February this year, when we were out of money, we ate plain porridge for two weeks. Just now, when you sent that kid to the hospital, you have no idea how scared I was. I was afraid there'd be another lawyer's letter in front of our door, that I'd never see you again. Is this game of playing poor really fun, Lance? Is it fun to have me running in circles, like I'm a fool? Lance, let me out of the car. You—" I reached for the car door, but he locked it before I could open it. Of course, after five years, he knew me too well. Maybe he'd already thought a thousand times about how to deal with m