The Good Lie Novels & Stories

Nagkibit siya ng balikat ang nag-iwas ng tingin. I pursed my lips before I spoke. "How I wish, it didn't came this far." "This is better, Elie than to leave in lies. We all played with lies and finally, the time has come." He muttered and looked at me seriously. "It's so hard to live in lies, everyday Elie and I couldn't even tell it to you." He added and his tears fell.

The silence is relaxing and beautiful-- this is what I need and what I want, the responsibility, guilt, and regrets were eating me alive but realizing and taking my time changed everything especially when Leira came into my life, the first time I saw her smile at me, while her little hands held my finger-- that's when I knew that I found the thing I've been looking for and it took me months to realize that but it was all worth it. The lies-- were made for someone to believe what they're not supposed to know and it's something we can't even avoid, lying and keeping secrets. When we love someone we intend to lie to keep them safe-- some were to keep them, it's not something to be proud of but

Taking in a deep breath, I re-open my eyes, to see that the game has continued. "Never have I ever... lied to my best friend," Finn says and I raise my eyebrows. I half-expect him to look at Alec, but his eyes are on Miles. Miles takes a sip, keeping a blank expression on his face. I see that Alec does as well, but Finn's attention isn't on him. "Never have I ever... smoked or taken any illegal drugs." Becca pipes up. I smile at her. Pretty much everyone, besides me and Becca, takes a drink. Even Jai, which surprises me.

So, this was the reason he had refused to go public with our relationship all these years. All that talk about waiting for the firm to stabilize, waiting for the right time, waiting until he could give me a secure life before going public—it was all a lie. Without even knowing it, I had been the other woman. I forced a bitter smile and looked them both straight in the eye. "Fine. Okay. I'll leave you two to it." With that, I bent down, gathered my personal belongings from the floor, and prepared to leave. "Hold on." Louis suddenly called out, stopping me.

Maybe he was, but I was faster. Frank could be many things, but he wasn’t a good liar. I was the one who could lie even with a gun to my head. I was the one who could lie even when I was caught. I would make the lie seem like the truth if there wasn’t evidence. Not Frank. That may be why we clicked. I was the evil, he the good. I am the ying, and he the yang or whatever that sign meant.

“Mommy, is it bad if people lie a lot?” I stilled. My eyes flicked toward Granny West, who had also stiffened slightly. I turned back to Jason, keeping my voice gentle. “Who’s lying to you, sweetheart?” He shrugged, still staring at his paper. “No one.” I exhaled. “Then why do you ask?” Jason bit his lip, then looked up at me, his little brows furrowed. “I heard Uncle Gregory say something today. He said, ‘A lie told well can become the truth.’”

Not now. Some truths… are too dangerous to speak out loud. So for now, I have to ask you to trust something you cannot see. Before I can tell the truth… I have to live a lie. Just know this— No matter where I go… No matter what happens… I will always love you. And I know… in some way… you will always love Michelle. That is something I have accepted. Even if it hurts. Goodbye, John. For now. —Jasmine ⸻

Whether Paul had accepted him. She answered carefully. She had become very good at careful answers. What she didn’t tell him — what she would never tell him — was the truth she had rearranged in her own mind until she almost believed her own version of it. That Paul was his. That Miguel was the child of that night. That the lie she had told him in that visiting room had swapped the two children in his mind, and that he was now loving the wrong one from a distance and resenting the right one for reasons he didn’t yet know he had. Her deception weighed heavily on her, fueling her emotional exhaustion and moral ambiguity.

People like him , who were monsters behind closed doors, always wanted to pretend to be saints in front of people. He cleared his throat and tried to look composed, "Last night at the party someone attacked me when I was looking for restroom". George said trying to dismiss this converstaion clearly lying about him trying to find restroom. It was fascinating to Sia how people like George could lie looking directly in someone's eyes, but she can't say much about it as she was not any better than those people. Everyone looked quite shocked after hearing that someone attacked George. Louis didn't want to look up and see George as he knew, he won't be able to control himself. So, he was playing w

“I’m not in the mood for games, either. I’ve got two dead people shot with the same Ruger, and as far as I know, you’re the only link. So, you’re behind the murders or you’re next in line. Either way, you’d better start talking.” “Threatening me isn’t going to change anything,” I said, impatience crawling up my spine. “Cara and I were friends, period. You can’t arrest me for that. If you want me to make something up, I will, but it’s not going to solve this case for you.” I knew I was going to get caught in my lie sooner or later, but I was hoping it would be late enough that I would have figured things out. “Fine,” Anders snapped. He turned his back to me and shouted, “Dillon!”