The Last Lie Told Novels & Stories

I leaned back in my seat and added, "I'm giving you a chance now. Say the magic words. Break up with me. Don't worry. If anyone asks, I'll tell them that you were the one who dumped me so that won't hurt your ego anymore, right? Now, come on, say it. Say we're done so I can finally go home and sleep."

Nagkibit siya ng balikat ang nag-iwas ng tingin. I pursed my lips before I spoke. "How I wish, it didn't came this far." "This is better, Elie than to leave in lies. We all played with lies and finally, the time has come." He muttered and looked at me seriously. "It's so hard to live in lies, everyday Elie and I couldn't even tell it to you." He added and his tears fell.

“After one last job, he said… I could be released, but I didn't believe it. I'm also certain that he won't tell me anything else because I want to let him go.” “So, what do you mean? Why are you telling me all this now? Let me sympathize with you? Or what?!” Lia can feel herself feeling frustrated, annoyed and also angry. He really couldn't stop thinking about what Salsa said. Did he now want to ask her for help? Or did he want to ask himself to stop Leo's evil actions? Leah didn't understand at all.

"No. That's not true. I only ever loved you. What happened with Summer really was just an act." He hurried to explain himself, trying to prove his innocence. "An act?" I asked quietly. "Giving her the project that should have been mine was an act. Being with her while she got her wisdom tooth removed, while I sat alone signing the paperwork to stop treatment, was an act too." I turned back toward the red sun sinking beyond the horizon. "Conrad, your act cost me my life." The words landed lightly. Yet they shattered the last bit of hope Conrad had been holding onto.

" I stared him down, my face cold as ice. Then I pulled out my phone and hit play on an old recording—his voice with Riley, before they left together. "You lied to me. You didn't go bankrupt. You gave Riley everything, every damn penny. You even wrote her name in your will!" My voice cracked, the anger spilling out. "You let another woman and her kid live fancy while your own children were stuck in a basement, hungry. Sheldon, you're the worst excuse for a father I've ever met." His eyes went wide. He seemed to wonder why I hadn't exposed him sooner. "No, it wasn't like that. I-I was out of my mind. I made a mistake. That's all. I swear, I was just messing around with her. You and the boys,

The room, which had been peaceful just moments ago, suddenly felt heavy again with Dad's words. I smiled bitterly. What wolf? My wolf had already died while fighting off the Silverthorn Wolfsbane. That toxin, laced with silver, had seeped into my bloodstream and eventually corroded my organs. And in the end, it killed my wolf. "Dad, I know Viola lied before, acted out, and pretended to be sick. But that was the old her. I believe she's better now," Jane said, looking at me with a sharp, taunting look. She sounded like she was defending me, but all I could hear was her reminding everyone of my past mistakes.

“We remember more. We pass it on. We carve it into places they can’t reach.” Lysa moved beside Mira, her voice rough from too many things unsaid. “How do we keep this from happening again?” Velan looked up at the stars. Then at them. “The Lie lives,” he said, “when stories belong to the few. But it dies when names are shared.” Azriel rose slowly, the vine now whole in his hand. White. Gold. Silver. The colors of every life they’d brought back. Every voice that refused to stay silent.

All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie. When Noah graduated college, I cried harder than I had in years. He got a job in New York big lights, big stage, big world. I packed his bags and kissed his forehead. “Call me every Sunday,” I said, fighting tears. He hugged me so tightly that I almost broke and told him everything. But I didn’t. Months passed. Then one Sunday, his voice sounded different. “Mom… I met someone. Well, not like that. A man. Older. He hired me. We talk a lot.”

I turned to Damian, the victory tainted by the ultimate truth. ​"The lie worked, Damian," I said, my voice cold. "The company is saved. But the trust is fractured. You exposed me to the final lie, and now you owe me the final truth." ​"The final truth is that I love you," Damian countered, walking toward me, his hands reaching for mine. ​"No," I insisted, pulling back. "The final truth is in the will. The will with the liquidation clause that was designed to break us. I want to know what else Grandpa Richard planned for me."