The Last Lie Told Novels & Stories

He kissed her tenderly, then added with a smirk, "Even though in your case the lies have very nice legs." END

She walked through the door, perplexed by my unexpected presence, I questioned her whereabouts and she lied about it, I could tell a lie when I see one, and each time she told a lie, the tick came closer to its final moment She had just lied about going to the boutique. Scarlet wasn’t a woman to go out to parties, so why buy clothes when you don’t use them? I saw no proof of spending the day in the boutique, nor were any transactions made in a boutique. But her persistent lies infuriated me, which led to smashing my glass. She spoke lies with so much confidence. I gave her a Long leash to say the truth, asking her more than once, in the hope that she would tell the truth, but as expected she

I nod slowly, letting the tension build before replying. “She lied,” I say, my tone measured but firm. “That’s where I was tonight—dealing with her bullshit. She’s out of the city now, and she’s never coming back. She lied about everything. She’s not pregnant, Gray. It was all just another one of her manipulative games.” I shake my head, the exhaustion creeping into my voice. “You could’ve just talked to me instead of jumping to conclusions.”

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.”

“I’m sorry, but please hear me out! “Actually, I’m a fresh graduate! I’m just carrying out my internship! “John found me and asked me to play along with him by paying me a lot of money. I’ve also been forced to…” I was baffled when I heard that. “You actually harmed an old person over such a ridiculous reason!” John saw that his actions were exposed. His eyes flickered, and he started to make up stories. “Peter, Janice, I did this for a reason! “I was forced into doing this! Helen has not been pregnant after a long time. That day, she was in a bad mood when she found out that Gabby was pregnant, so she scolded her and accused Gabby of being my mistress.

The air in the stone house felt frozen, thick with tension. I bent down and picked up the letter. The paper was rough, its edges frayed, but the words on it were sharp. Each stroke of the pen felt like a blade thrusting into my chest. Trey finally snapped out of his daze and stepped forward urgently. "Leah, I only found out about this later!" His voice was hoarse. "My dad did those things! It wasn't me!" "But you knew, and you still didn't tell me," I replied softly as I looked at him. "Trey, your greatest sin isn't what your father did. It's the fact that you knew I considered you my only family, and you still lied to me."

The campus outside doing its April things. He looked at the last sentence. The stories we keep are the institutions we are — and the institutions we build are only as honest as the stories we’re willing to tell about them. He looked at it for a long time. Then he picked up his phone. Called Mia. She picked up on the second ring. “Done,” he said. A pause. “Read me the last sentence,” she said. He read it. She was quiet. “That’s it,” she said softly. “Yes,” he said.