The Last Lie Told Novels & Stories

Locked in denial. Buildings looked like pre-apocalypse. People dressed like old-world. Everything was simulation. Everything was pretense. Everything was lie. I walked into central square. Old woman. Dying woman. Last bridge-human. And I spoke. "The lie ends today," I said. Voice carrying. Power behind words. Truth forcing itself into pretense. "You have lived in denial for fifty years. You have pretended apocalypse never happened. You have frozen yourselves in past that no longer exists. That lie ends. Today. Now. Forever."

Emma laughed bitterly. "I know that." Her voice trembled. "I want the truth." Sophia lowered her head. "I know." "Then tell me." "Tell me why you've been with Liam all these months." Sophia closed her eyes. "It's not what you think." Emma's heart broke. "Then what is it?" Sophia looked up. Her eyes were red from crying. "Liam never cheated on you." Emma stared at her. "What?" "He loves you." Noah frowned. "Then why the lies?"

Then: “I owe you an apology that is probably ten years too late.” The room became completely still. Because after everything… After all the lies… After all the manipulation… After all the pain… The moment everyone thought would never arrive had finally come. And for the first time since this story began, Vivian Hart looked ready to tell the entire truth.

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.

No direct answer. Only one final sentence— Soft. But sharp. “Sometimes… the best lie is the one that makes everyone believe it’s the truth.” The call ended. Aurora stood frozen.

“You’re all liars.” My heart broke in a slow, painful way. I had seen him like this before, years ago, a boy with too much anger and nowhere safe to put it. A boy who had been shaped by cruelty and taught that love always came with conditions. “I wish I were lying,” I said softly. My voice felt weak, but I forced myself to keep going. “God knows I do.” He shook his head violently. “Stop talking.” But I didn’t stop. Because this was the moment. The last moment. And if I didn’t speak now, this lie would survive longer than any of us.

I said as I walk to the sala and sat on the chair. I leaned on the chair, sipping my tea calmly. I heard footsteps near me I didn't bother to look who's walking near me. "Hands up," I heard Livv's voice, I smiled mentally as I raise both of my hands in the air. "Livv, good to see you here," I said as I stand up facing him, hands still in the air. "You lied," He said, angry and his eyes were red. "I didn't lie to you I just didn't tell you that's different," I said mocking him, looking at him intently. He pointed my the gun and chuckled.

"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

They were confused and never knew what made my evening. “What the hell is making you laugh?” He inquired. “Of course, you’re the one to say your last prayer, Mr. Maybe you’ll have to kiss the devil for me on the other side.” I shook my hands in my pocket and turned back to them with a smile. I was glad. Rome had already pointed a gun at them from his hiding spot and got ready to take the shot.

[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.