The Last Lie Told Novels & Stories

Like he'd changed what he was going to say at the last second. "That's bullshit." "Excuse me?" "You were going to say something else. Don't lie to me." "I'm not lying." "Yes you are. You do this thing where your voice gets all flat when you're lying. It's a tell." "I don't have a tell." "You absolutely have a tell." I stepped closer to him, getting in his space now. "Just admit what you were going to say." "There's nothing to admit." "Liar." "Thalia, drop it."

Every last cent. Crushed by shame and terrified of the fallout, Oliver chose to lie. He told his family he’d never received the money in the first place, spun stories about errors in the bank, lost transfers, business deals falling through—anything to redirect suspicion. It worked, for a time. They trusted him. Why wouldn’t they? He was family. No one wanted to believe he was capable of such betrayal.

He poured himself a drink and handed me one. "That went well," he said dryly. "They hate me." "They hate everyone. You held your own.” I plopped down on the couch and slipped off my heels. "So what now?" He leaned against the window. The city sprawled behind him. "Now," he said, "we make them believe this lie so hard they forget it ever started." "And if we start believing it?" He looked at me. That sharp, unreadable stare. That night, I found myself lying in bed, just staring up at the ceiling.

“Can't you see I’m doing what’s best for you? Lying won't take you anywhere and it most certainly won't make me leave my husband." The room goes silent except for the hum of the old radiator. Slowly, I drop my hand from my cheek and level my gaze with hers. "Richard raped me", I say again, my voice tighter. "And if you're so set in your delusions to believe me your own daughter then you'll have to forgive me when I say that this will be the last time we see each other. The last thing I want is a mother who doesn't believe me, and the last thing you need is a daughter who lies." My gaze drops to her stomach. She's had her hand over it throughout our conversation. "Maybe next time you'll get w

I’m jostled but I’m no longer feeding the vampire my blood. ‘Theo ,’ I mind link him, too weak to speak. I don't even know how I’m still alive. I try to lift my hand and touch his face, but I can't. I can feel my body about to give out on me. I need to be fast and tell Theo the truth. ‘I’m happy I got to see you one last time. I want to tell you something before it's too late. I never cheated on you, my love. I would never do such a thing to you. I lied because I thought I was saving your life, but I was played. I don't think I have enough time to explain, so once I’m gone, ask my mother, she will explain everything. Goodbye, my love, my mate. I love you,’ I say and allow the darkness to ta

And her body, once proud and strong, grew weaker and thinner, but her eyes still burned with desperate hope that he might hear her pleas if she repeated them enough times. “Stefano, they lied to me as much as they lied to you, I was nothing but a soldier, I was used, I never wanted this, I swear to you, you are the only man I ever loved, the only truth in all my lies,” she cried one night when he pressed the cold barrel of his gun against her temple, not pulling the trigger but letting the weight of it speak for him. He shook his head slowly and whispered, “Love, you say, but love is not built on lies. Love is not a mask you wear until it rots and falls away, what you gave me was not love, i

Nothing real grows out of a lie. "Angelo." I looked at him. "Vivian knows I can't swim." Angelo sat up fast. His whole posture changed. "That's attempted murder." "You still want me to let it go?" I was so weak I could barely speak. "If you love me, even a little, make sure that evidence does some real damage." His face went paler. "Isa. Your enemies are mine." I closed my eyes and didn't open them till we reached the hospital.

"Eve, I made a mistake! She lied to me! She kept turning me against you! I never wanted to break up with you!" His desperate expression made my stomach churn. "Aaron. The way you look right now disgusts me." He froze as though I had hit him in the guts as he froze on the spot. Viola suddenly burst into tears, her tears rolling down her cheeks. "Eve, I honestly didn't mean to do it! I was only jealous of you! I worked so hard to get here from the countryside. Do you know how difficult it has been?" I turned to the chancellor and said with a calm voice, "Sir, handle this according to university policy."

I didn't reply. Across the city, Dante sat alone in his apartment. The screen lit his face. He stared at the sent message. Read it. No reply. He smiled bitterly. Tears in his eyes. The apartment still had my old hoodie in the closet. He hadn't thrown it away. He didn't know why. Grace told him about the wedding. He listened. Nodded. Shut himself in his study for a night. In the morning, the ashtray was full. He wanted to go. He couldn't. He looked at the message again. The sky was brightening. He remembered the time he gave me a strawberry candy, years ago, and called me cute. I'd held onto it until it melted in my palm. He laughed at me then. Now he realized he was the fool. He'd held my he

I clench my fingers, grasping nothing but air. “I know… I know you’re angry because of what happened back then. But it was Hannah and your parents who lied to me first. They misled me with made-up facts. They made me question my own wife. If not for their instigation, I would have never sent you to prison, Elara. I would have never done something so horrible.”