The Lie Parents Guide Novels & Stories

“Was my whole life a lie?” Ethan leans in, tightening his arms around me and whispering in my ear, “We’ll figure this out. I promise.” Then, he gently kisses my forehead and pulls his phone out as I sink into his chest, wondering what the hell is happening. I can’t imagine either of my parents being a Lycan. This has to be wrong. There has to be some sort of explanation that doesn’t reveal that my parents lied to me my whole life.

The same one only he drew like that. My hands started trembling. The whispers around me grew louder. “Is that her mom?” “No wonder she’s always acting like she owns the place.” “Gold digger family.” Tears blurred my vision. I reached up and tried to tear one of the posters down, but someone pushed my hand away. “Leave it,” a boy laughed. “It's true, right?” “Stop it!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Take it down! That’s my mother!” But they just laughed harder. More phones came out. More pictures. More whispers.

I was too stunned by the lie to even open my mouth. "That's a lie," Lior said, loud and clear, before I could. He looked up at his grandfather. "I was playing with my car. She came and told me to tell Dad I like her more than Mommy. She said if he marries her, she'll treat me better than Mommy does, and she'll do whatever I want." Naomi cried harder. "That's a lie! I never said any of that. Someone must have—" "I'm not lying," Lior said again, his voice pitching higher.

Her father walked over and gently placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder. Then he looked at Lila. “We lied.” The admission stole the air from the room. “Not about loving you,” he said quickly. “Never about that.” Lila nodded slowly. “I know.” And she did. She had never doubted that. But love and honesty weren’t always the same thing. “What did you lie about?” Her father took a long breath. “The story.” “The story?” “The one about finding you.” Lila’s stomach tightened. “It wasn’t exactly true.”

All of my past efforts suddenly felt like a bad joke. When Silas realized begging wasn't working, panic flickered across his face. He paused for a few seconds, thinking hard, as if something had just occurred to him. "Ari, even if you won't do it for me, do it for our child. He's still so young—can you really bear to let him grow up without a father? After we divorce, he might be discriminated against at school because he doesn't have a dad. It could traumatize him. Ari, think about it again, please."

Sometimes, late at night, I still think about that size-S blouse. It was like Pandora's box—once opened, it revealed every ugly, filthy truth buried in my marriage. But I don't regret it. Some truths, no matter how ugly and filthy, are cleaner than living inside a beautifully woven lie.

"Dr. Lane, please repeat what you told me." Ruby's stomach dropped as the face on the screen came into view. It was the very doctor who had helped forge her diagnosis. She stared at Caleb in disbelief, only to hear Anthony Lane's trembling voice coming from the video. "Yes… Ruby was never poisoned. She paid me to fake the medical report... It was all her idea. I'm sorry, Alpha…" Ruby went completely pale. She looked at Caleb, but he was staring at her with nothing but hatred. "Do you have nothing else to say?" he asked.

One of the loan sharks asked their leader and the other watched curiously for his judgment. “Nah.” He neatly tucked his gun into the back pocket of his pants, staring down at the dead bodies in front of him. “She’ll probably be too traumatized to ever say a thing. Waste of time, let’s move out.” “Yes, boss.” And they all returned to their Jeep and sped off into the distance. Meanwhile, Amira kept running as far as her little feet could take her. The girl found it difficult to comprehend what had just happened to both her parents.

His infuriating warmth. I never told Noah about his father. He grew up thinking his dad had died before he was born. I kept the lie tidy, out of protection. Out of pride. Out of pain. What could I tell a boy about a man who broke my heart and never came looking! Still, I kept Kenneth’s letters in a box under my bed. The love notes, the sketches he made of our future house, the blood pact we made when we were 19. We had cut our fingers open and whispered promises into the night. “Forever, even in silence.”

I managed a weak smile and nodded, attempting to reassure him while grappling with the myriad emotions churning inside me. "Be happy, Val. This was what you wanted, wasn't it?" my dad's words held a bittersweet truth. I had yearned to make the truth reach Laura's ears, to expose Drew for the manipulative person he was. Now, the truth was out, though not in the way I had envisioned. It was eyes, not ears, that were witnessing the revelation.