The Good Lie Novels & Stories

he exhaled, then joined his forehead with hers, his hands still touching, they didn't want to stop, but he had to stare her in the face. "What are you doing here? When did you get here?" "Sofia, listen to me well. There are good and bad people around us. And even those who seem bad, are not. The other way around, there are good people disguised as evil. Whatever may, no matter who the people are, I want you to understand that it's in me that you will trust to the fullest." She looked right into his eyes. His were now injected with something she couldn't decipher. "Why do you say that?"

Her eyes shamelessly oggled the rise an fall of the prominent Adam's apple and the water and sweat trickling down the jaw rolling down the appealing throat and then down the sexy collarbone before. Anya snapped out when she realised that she'd been checking out the man blatantly and blushed looking away. "Ye..yes" she replied stuttering a bit remembering the question he asked earlier. "That's nice. Um.. I don't think we've introduced ourselves before though we've seen each other a lot before." He smirked playfully. "I'm Leon Brooks, 2nd year Law major." Leon smiled beautifully and extended his hand for a shake. Anya gasped lightly at the beautiful smile and held his hand with her own shaking

Something had gone down at the school; that much was clear. He decided not to push Celena for answers. Instead, he turned his attention to the little one in his arms. "Jovie, you're a good kid, right? Good kids tell the truth. Did you really just fall, or is there more to it?" Jovie's heart ached, her small hands and knees bandaged, the pain almost too much. Liam's gentle question made her eyes dart to Celena, who was silently pleading with her to keep quiet. However, Liam had always told her that good kids do not tell lies. Jovie wrestled with the idea for a moment before she finally said in a small voice, "Mom, Jovie is a good girl, and good girls don't lie, so I have to tell Dad."

my mother's head drops as she looks at the ground and says "I am sorry my love but he is not lying, I was the one that owed the money to the mafia, I was the one that had your father whore you out to those men, It was me not your father." To Be Continued....

Cause love is patient, it's kind, it doesn't take offences, it's not selfish, it's doesn't hold a grudge, It always protects, always cares, always trusts, it doesn't hesitate, always hopes, always perseveres and most of all Love always wins. ——————————- A heart to heart from your Author This story is dedicated to all the dreamers out there Or the amateur writers who are too scared to publish your works into the world in fear. In the times of adversity always remember 'Grace carries us.' Take it from the girl who had been mocked for making a train of spelling mistakes in her English exam paper. You too can become a writer. Shoutout to all the people who tried to pull me down, Thank you for ma

I think they bought that lie. “So in a nutshell, the first engagement the pact said is on between you two.” Jake says. “Something like that.” I sip my drink, hiding my frustration. I'm not a good liar; my clothes are almost soaked from sweat from just telling a few lies. How do those that tell lies for a living survive? “Our guy is engaged!” Jake and Joe chorus while clapping and cheering with their wine cups. “Keep your voices low, guys. Have you forgotten we are in Evergreen?”

“Why aren’t you out there with Rip and Becky? He told me how much she means to you.” I swallowed hard. “I didn’t want to interrupt them.” “Hmm. None of them would find your presence an intrusion. Can I give you a word of advice, Naomi?” he inquired. “Umm, sure…” He was quiet for a long moment before turning toward me and meeting my eyes. “People can be very good liars, Naomi, but eventually they all get caught.” He tilted his head as his gaze bore into mine. “But other people, good people, can get caught up in those lies, and it can destroy the very things that the good people try to protect.”

“I don’t think that you’re lying…at least not completely” This is her chance. “Then why do you not…”. He holds up a hand to silence her. “It might interest you to know that people find it extremely hard to lie to me…”. He smiles serenely at her. “Not because I am some force of nature, but because I am exceptionally good at spotting lies”. He taps at his nose. “…you can say that I make do with what I have”. What the hell is this omega?— Is he saying that he can smell the scent of lies?.

“Forgive me for lying to you when I wasn’t supposed to lie in the first place. The person whom I believe and trust more than anyone, lying to you hurts me more than anything. But, I have to say this lie, for both of our own good. Cause what’s forbidden can’t be told.” “You have to believe my lie,” Rain lifted her face and replied, “No, I am telling the truth. I ain’t lying to you, I swear.” Odin was assured by the say she said it so confidently. “I’m glad, that you aren’t lying to me. I believed that you would not lie to me in the first place. Thank you Rain, for letting me believe in you.” “Let’s go and pick out a dress to wear for tomorrow. Come with me.”

"Kaia Keene, first you refuse to do your good deeds, and now you're making up lies." "I'm not lying! I ran out of money and got a part-time job. I met this old woman, and she wants me to give her a grandson—" I rushed to explain, desperate to make her believe me. She cut me off. "Then have the baby. Give them a healthy boy, and I'll count it as ten years' worth of good deeds. You won't have to worry about your daily good deed anymore." The call disconnected. I stared at the phone, stunned.