The Good Lie Novels & Stories

"You went out and had your fun to the point of having an illegitimate child! What's the point of coming over to apologize?! The Medina family doesn't welcome you anymore! And my daughter has nothing to do with you anymore! You've already divorced! Don't harass my daughter after this, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!" "No, this isn't real! None of this is real..." He frowned in thought, suddenly struck by realization. "I didn't mean to sign the divorce agreement. I signed it when I was drunk! It was all that woman's plot! I was tricked! Please believe me, I truly love Lia. I don't want a divorce." Midas sneered, his voice cold. "Your name's on the paper. How is it fake? The child is

She glances at the ceiling, trying to remember something, then looks at me, “He looked excited, so I told them they should see the aquarium drawing. It was more exquisite,” My jaw dropped. “What?” I just lied to him that I had not started the drawing yet. “Why?” She asked, her eyes now focused on the screen. She enters her password and then makes a quick look at me. I shake my head. “Nothing.” I twitch my lips, thinking of when to bring the drawing to him. I feel guilty for lying to him. “When are they leaving for another business trip?”

"Hopefully." He forced a smile. "I'll go now. Have a nice day," and he bade the both of them before leaving the house. Adelina stared at herself in the mirror. Was she wrong to have started this lie? Yes, she felt it. But she also thought it was the best way to forget him for good. Jonathan was always going to be the same arrogant, womanizer she had met a couple of years back and she felt stupid to have thought for a second, that he could change because of her. For her.

But sometimes, it wasn't because she didn't know how to; she just needed a bit of time to adjust her thoughts. Hayley nodded understandingly. "Then, what about the guilt you feel for lying to the President?" "There are two kinds of lies. One is to gain benefits and self-interests, and the other is to help others live better. If you lie to hurt others, then you need to reflect on yourself. However, if you lie for someone else's own good, it's actually a good thing. And there's no need to feel guilty for doing a good thing," Waverly consoled her.

One mistake - just one mistake and it could all be over. Wave, wave, wave. The gun went. All the while she continued speaking. "Do you know how much torture it is having to rely on what people tell you? So don't sit there and tell me you did it for my good. You don't tell someone a lie in order to do good to them, Mr. Alex Moore." I was crestfallen. I never really meant to hurt her. Yes, I lied, but it was just one tiny lie. A lie that had saved her life.

The trick to a good lie is that you have to believe it first. Not the whole thing. Not every detail. Just the feeling of it — the emotional core you're selling. Believe the feeling, and the rest follows naturally. The posture adjusts. The eyes soften. The voice drops into exactly the right register. People don't catch liars because they spot the lie. They catch them because something in the liar's body is fighting the performance. I stopped fighting a long time ago.

Julian suggests, holding his glass out. “No more lies,” Nikita adds with a shrug. “I agree wholeheartedly, no more lies.” Layla moves her glass forward and they all look at me. I exhale slowly and nod, cocking a brow before I clink my glass with theirs. “No more lies!” they say in unison before we all drink. But the truth is, for the ones I love, I’ll continue to lie till the very end. THE END

The word “good” might be applicable to Gonzalo but not in the case of their relationship. She was tempted to answer Rain that he was. Yet, lying to Rain didn't feel right either. It was a truth she would have to face sooner or later, and building a foundation of trust meant honesty, even in fragments. "Well, honey," she began, searching for the right things to say, "being a good leader is complicated. Sometimes, even good people have to make difficult choices."

Instead, I asked, "Will I die from suffocation if I eat it?" Dominic's hand trembled. The apple cube rolled to the floor. He then answered me, his expression pale, "No, you won't. This is just an apple… You won't get allergic to it…" "Okay. I understand." I then obediently opened my mouth and ate it, chewing and swallowing mechanically like a robot. I was as soulless as a puppet, but he still felt good about himself, nonetheless. He thought that he could turn me back into a normal person as long as he continued being good to me.

The concept of good and evil is subjective. Children are taught from a young age the difference between bad and good but what’s tolerable to one parent could be abhorrent to another; see, subjective. I won’t tell you I’m the misunderstood good guy who has redeeming qualities because that would be a lie and if there’s one thing in life that I don’t tolerate it’s a lie. I’m not talking about white lies or half truths, my life is built around omission. You see the truth is only as good as the man whose lips it came from. I’m not a good man but I tell the truth, even when I shouldn’t. I realize the contradiction here but in my world, it makes sense.