The Last Lie Told Novels & Stories

Huh, I really had caused that much shell-shock. He smirked and stood up, leaning against the bars. "I was the last person your little plaything talked to..." I scrape my teeth together in anger, "What did you say to her!" I order him to tell me, he smirks realizing the leverage he has on me. "I lied to her of course. Sure some of it was true, magically mutated; killed dear mum and dad; an assassin for a good few years..."He trails off. "And what lies did you tell her?" I ask completely seething.

His eyes were dark with lust, but he kept his word. “That was the last time,” he said hoarsely, even though we both knew it was a lie.

The silence is relaxing and beautiful-- this is what I need and what I want, the responsibility, guilt, and regrets were eating me alive but realizing and taking my time changed everything especially when Leira came into my life, the first time I saw her smile at me, while her little hands held my finger-- that's when I knew that I found the thing I've been looking for and it took me months to realize that but it was all worth it. The lies-- were made for someone to believe what they're not supposed to know and it's something we can't even avoid, lying and keeping secrets. When we love someone we intend to lie to keep them safe-- some were to keep them, it's not something to be proud of but

"Last spring, when my stomach was acting up, I didn't tell you because you were so busy with work. In February this year, when we were out of money, we ate plain porridge for two weeks. Just now, when you sent that kid to the hospital, you have no idea how scared I was. I was afraid there'd be another lawyer's letter in front of our door, that I'd never see you again. Is this game of playing poor really fun, Lance? Is it fun to have me running in circles, like I'm a fool? Lance, let me out of the car. You—" I reached for the car door, but he locked it before I could open it. Of course, after five years, he knew me too well. Maybe he'd already thought a thousand times about how to deal with m

It’s so mind blowing and my heart swept round a host of possible suspects of which Massimo was one of them. ‘He should pray he’s not the one behind this else I’ll have him fed to the dogs when I’m done with him, what do I get to say to my dad when he calls? This isn’t going to be the end of my life, never,’ I muttered and right away, I began shivering. “Hey, are you alright? Or maybe you would love to use the bathroom? You want to pee? That was what the last person whose head was chopped off did, her excuse was top notch.” He mocked and continued with the sharpening while I grew so dumbfounded.

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

I started, unsure what to say. Was I really going to tell him? It wasn't that I wanted to hide it from him. It was just that telling him felt like acknowledging that this really was the last time I'd see him. And honestly, I didn't have any strength to spare in order to say goodbye one last time. "It's nothing, just stress," I lied. "I found some information and might have a lead to get you out of here... but it's dangerous. I'm just worried I might not be successful."

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

"We tell her it's for a background piece. A club history feature for the social channels. It's plausible. It's what you do." She almost smiled. "You're good at this." "At lying?" He leaned back in the chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "I've had years of practice. Pretending I didn't love you was the hardest lie I ever told." The words hung in the air. She looked away, her face warming. "Don't do that," she whispered. "Do what?" "Say things like that. We're supposed to be solving a mystery, not—"

He laughed at his own selfishness and the reckless way he'd pushed himself into a dead end. In the end, regret was the only thing he managed to hold onto. "Other than the house I'm living in, transfer everything else to her." He knew I no longer needed the love that had come too late. The only thing he could still give me was everything except that. Meanwhile, on a beach in the Maldivis, I floated peacefully on an inflatable raft beneath the sun. A notification suddenly appeared on my phone. A large transfer had been deposited into my account. Smiling, I turned off the screen, then I tossed the phone into the ocean.