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."

Even when she says the last lie: “I’m still yours.” And then— The world ends.

Bottomless Revulsion. All because I lied.

Lucy screamed. "It's too late" he finally said in a mere whisper. They are right when they say every lie we tell incurs a debt to the truth And Sooner or later, the debt is paid.

Madelyn lied. "Then tell me, what's the whole story behind this?"

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.

I lie to him. “Aah, girl stuff. I’ll never understand that. So tell me what were you doing out late last night?” My stomach drops. What do I tell him? Shit, I thought he was asleep. He knows for sure. How? “I went for a run. Needed some fresh air.” “Over the borders? Late at night?” I stare at my feet. I don’t know what to say. “I um, I.” “No, safe your excuses. I don’t want to hear it.” He sniffs.

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