The Lie Parents Guide Novels & Stories

She almost wanted to disappear somewhere, she can hide from his gaze. Humming, Hardin rubbed his ear and started, “ As for, who killed my parents...” His voice had suddenly took a dangerous edge, that made a shiver run up Sia's spine. For a second, Sia thought, that she had understood all the emotions in his eyes. But, it was not something to be understood. It was something to be felt. Bile rose up in Sia's throat, staring still in Hardin's cold eyes.

Pretty sure by now at any moment, Mommy Elise will knock on my door. Like it is not my cup of tea to pile lies after lies every now and then. Also, I am not saying that I don't lie and portraying to be a saint. What I am trying to say is that it bothers me to lie with my parents. Mom instilled in me the process of karma. She says that whatever bad things that you do to your parents, karma will bless you twice or thrice than what you have done. See? That's why I am afraid to lie to them. What if one day, the people who are close to me or around me were lying to me?

If I was still speaking with my parents, they’d have worn me down by now — talked me into moving back in. Not that I ever would. Which meant they’d be pushing me to lie. And I hated lying. Hated liars. “And your dad? What did he say?” “You know how he is with his wife,” I murmured. “If he felt any differently, he didn’t say it, he didn’t show it.” Dova tsked. Then she took both my hands in hers and stared into my tearful eyes. “Can I give you a piece of advice?” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

She fills our glasses before leaving. I look at my mum, trying to get her to start a normal conversation. "We got interrupted. What did you say you do again?" my dad asks, and I hide behind the glass. "Would you rather I lied and give an answer you would be pleased with or tell the truth and tell you something you won't be pleased with?" Demitri asks, and I gawp at him. That better be a damn joke. "Truth, a lie turns sour pretty quick no matter how much fluff it has to it." My dad explains, and I beg my mum with my eyes.

I knew right there that I did NOT like the feel of his hand on my skin. ‎"Let's continue." He stated passively "The leaders of the Pili organisation weren't some wannabe circus folks, they were your parents. Though they were not so different from circus clowns." He shrugged a shoulder, raising the rim of the wine glass to his lips. ‎Another lie. ‎I glared at him with as much hatred as had been juiced from every fibre of my being. This man kept lying with no shame at all. How much more could you get irritating?

"What do you mean, Conan? Is something wrong? Did something bad happen to my parents?" I took a deep breath, my voice tinged with a mix of sympathy and consolation. "I need you to trust me, Liana. Your parents... they're not who you think they are. They were involved in some terrible things, and I assure you that the truth would finally be unraveled” Liana's expression shifted from confusion as he raised a brow in confusion like she was experiencing difficulties in believing my words. “ I don’t mean to sound like this but are that saying my parents were... bad people?"

These were just pictures, after all—a series of carefully constructed lies. "These are amazing, George," Ryan said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "Thank you so much for doing this." George nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I just hope they serve their purpose." George turned to me, his eyes searching mine. "Are you okay, Emma?" I managed a weak smile. "Yeah, I just... I wish it didn't have to be this way. I hate lying to my parents, but I don't see any other options." George took my hand, his grip reassuring. "We'll get through this, Emma. And once your parents are off your back, you can move on with your life."

It’s so much like something my father would do that I don’t fight it, I just accept the strength that he’s giving me. “It will be fine. I think mom will surprise you,” he says. I make my way to my parents’ house. Before I can knock, the door opens and my mom is there. She pulls me into her arms, hugging me tightly. “I hope you’re finally here to tell me what you’ve been keeping from me,” she says quietly. I pull back and look at her. “How did you…” “Leana, you got the Guardian gift of knowing when someone is lying from me. I’ve known since before I went on vacation that something was wrong and that you have been lying to me when you tell me that everything is okay. Come in. Let’s talk.”

"Did you both get jobs at the pack house because of the Alpha and Beta?" There came the interrogation session. My parents stood opposite us, making their scrutinizing gazes turn our seat into something akin to a prison cell. Sophie and I gave side glances. "Should we lie?" My twin asked in silence. I replied with my eyes. "I don't know. Can we?" "Girls!" My father yelled, and we flinched. "Answer." "Yes," I spoke up first. I felt the heat of Sophie's glare. Turns out we were supposed to lie.

Ryan was a smart liar. "Sarah?" Her mom raised her brows while her dad folded his arms and took few steps backward, "Talk, am all ears." "Uhm... It was Ryan, Ryan refused to make the bed after we slept, he wanted me to make it but I refused." She lied. "You Know Sarah," Her dad knelt beside her, "I didn't raise you to be a liar. Always tell the truth no matter what. You and I know that I won't buy your lies because you are such a terrible liar. Now tell me, don't feel ashamed, what happened on this bed?" Her dad's eyes searched and found an exhibit well hidden on the bed, "Tell me what happened Sarah. You can't lie now." He waved her pant in front of her. Sarah was shocked to the bones. She