The Last Lie Told Novels & Stories

I think they bought that lie. “So in a nutshell, the first engagement the pact said is on between you two.” Jake says. “Something like that.” I sip my drink, hiding my frustration. I'm not a good liar; my clothes are almost soaked from sweat from just telling a few lies. How do those that tell lies for a living survive? “Our guy is engaged!” Jake and Joe chorus while clapping and cheering with their wine cups. “Keep your voices low, guys. Have you forgotten we are in Evergreen?”

To take my last first and let me live in peace. Another untruth tumbles from my lips, its cruelness sparked by a desperate need to even the score between us. “I gave it to him. He took it as payment for popping my cherry.” The nasty fabrication is vile, but he’s the one who taught me to lie. XXX

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

Desperate. *"Lia - If you're reading this, I'm either dead or close to it. Good. I deserve it for what I've done to you. But before I go, you need to know something. I lied about Montana. I lied about letting go. The truth is, I can't let go. I'll never let go. Even death won't stop me from loving you. But you don't have to worry. After tonight, I'll be gone. And you'll be free. Finally, completely free. I'm sorry for everything. Our daughter told her her biological father was a coward who loved her mother too much. - J"* *Below that, one more line:*

He points out with the excitement decreasing. Rule #4: If you're going to lie, make it believable. "I didn't hear it fast enough," I lie with a quivering tone, biting my lips slowly, but if he took note of that he doesn't say. "Turn the TV to Channel 11." He tells me instead and I get up from my seat and walk out of my office to the outer room where the TV is and I turn it from fashion TV currently showing, to Channel 11 as instructed. There is news being broadcasted and then I see Eli on the TV screen giving a speech to the host interviewing him and the caption reads "Eli Wilson on the gift of Sight" is below the screen

The lie rolled off her tongue like silk. By the time the last question was asked, the air in the hall felt hot, heavy with the mix of truth and fabrication we had just spun together. I closed with a final statement: “This will be the last time I address these rumors. From this point forward, anyone who publishes such lies will be dealt with accordingly. My family deserves peace, and I intend to give it to them.” The flashbulbs erupted again. Danica and I stood, side by side, the image of unity. I slid my arm around her waist, pulling her fractionally closer as the cameras ate it up. To them, we were love, loyalty, and partnership embodied.

“This is your last chance. Tell me the truth, or I swear, you’ll regret it.” Her lips tremble, and for a second, it looks like she’ll stick to her lies. But then, she crumbles, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… I only gave it to you once. Just once, when I came back to the pack months ago. Besides, it was an accident. I didn’t mean for it to happen.” I can feel she is lying. I can’t help but let out a bitter laugh, disgust crawling up my spine. “You’re telling me I divorced my fated mate and lost my Liam, all because of a love potion? You call that an accident?”

“This is your last chance. Tell me the truth, or I swear, you’ll regret it.” Her lips tremble, and for a second, it looks like she’ll stick to her lies. But then, she crumbles, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… I only gave it to you once. Just once, when I came back to the pack months ago. Besides, it was an accident. I didn’t mean for it to happen.” I can feel she is lying. I can’t help but let out a bitter laugh, disgust crawling up my spine. “You’re telling me I divorced my fated mate and lost my Liam, all because of a love potion? You call that an accident?”

He released a deep breath. "Listen and listen very carefully" "Hmm?" "I was drunk last night so I was just blabbering things. Nothing is true. I was lying. Just forget everything and focus on your work" No, sir, you are lying now. The thing you told me last night was true. Your eyes were speaking more than your words yesterday and eyes never lie. "Understood?" I nodded. "Go, get fresh, and prepare strong coffee for me. I need it before the bath"

Of course, this was a simple sales pitch, and it was later debunked. But, the thing is, the editor's confessions had never really been proven to be false. A chill crept up my spine. "That's enough of life's mysteries Annabelle!" I smiled to myself then switched off my main lights and let my green bedside lamp stay on. Just one chapter. I goaded myself as a thought formed in my head. -Famous last words.-