The Last Lie Told Novels & Stories

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

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.

"When I handed Jil over to you, you promised to love and protect her. Have you forgotten? Only a few years in, and this is what we get! We may be old, but we're not dead!" Harvey dared not cry out in pain and only grunted softly every time the spatula struck. He wanted to explain himself, only to open his mouth and close it again. "Just go. We don't want you getting hurt and blaming it on us later." Holding the spatula, Dad was about to close the door when Harvey, who had stayed silent the whole time, lunged forward and jammed his hand in the frame. "Please, let me talk to Jilian. I have something to tell her. I know that I've messed up, and I'm here to make things right. Please let me talk

I swing open the fridge, grabbing a coke. “Yeah? When’s the last time you told a lie?” I ask Levi as I hold up a can of Coke. He nods and I toss him the can. “Yesterday. Told my mom her dress looked good when it was fucking hideous.” I crack open my soda and flop down on the couch beside Levi. I try not to smile, but a small chuckle escapes. “Yeah, well, that's a white lie. It’s different.” “How is it different?” “It’s harmless.”

The next day he was hospitalized with a bleeding ulcer from drinking too much. Afterward, he told me I could always share everything with him as a good friend, because he wasn't interested in women. And I actually believed him. Marcus's lies ended up hurting me, while Henry's lie only hurt himself. This time, I took the initiative and kissed him. That night, I pinned him to the bed and said, "Do you dare sign an agreement with me – whoever asks for a divorce has to commit suicide!" "I dare!" he replied without hesitation. Later, my father organized an incredibly luxurious wedding for us. Our happy wedding photos were displayed on digital billboards throughout downtown, playing on a loop for

I knew it would be the last lie he ever told me. After he left, I picked up my phone. I dialed Marco's number. It was answered on the first ring. "Brother," I said, my voice as still as dead water. "It's time to close the net."

Inside, the last lie had already fallen. And she was finally ready to speak.

"W-We were worried you would be nervous on your first night home! We were just joking to help you relax." Gillian and Keith nodded repeatedly. "Yes! That's right! The joke was poorly timed. We'll be more careful in the future!" I smiled, switched the stun gun back on, and shocked all three of them again. "Still lying, huh? I already know who the real heiress is." Orson forced a strained smile. "What are you talking about? The heiress is obviously you." "The DNA test proved it. There's no doubt about that." "Hurry up and untie us. Stop messing around, alright?"

I said It’s actually a big deal, especially with the fact that it took him forever to apologize. "Yeah I know I messed up big time, you probably won’t give me the car again, I understand if you don’t want to, but can you please stop being mad at me, I can’t handle that." Is he still talking? Is he talking to me? What was the last part again? "It’s fine seriously." "I know, I know it’s fine." He paused turning around and then back to face me "What did I just say?" I’m not sure exactly, he was just bluffing.