The Lies Between Us Mga Nobela at Kwento

The blue light moves to Leana and I watch as it enters her mouth and spreads around her tongue. “Ohh, it’s like blueberry cotton candy,” Leana says and I can taste the sweet on her tongue. “Now, show me what it tastes like when someone lies,” Ennata says. “My name is Drake Castien,” Leana says and instantly, I taste the metallic flavor of her lie. My lip curls and so does Ennata’s. “That’s disgusting,” she says. “Yes. Lies do taste disgusting. Try one of your own, so you know for sure that I’m telling the truth,” Leana says to her.

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

"But aren't they going to be upset when we break off the engagement?" "Frankly, they'll be more upset if they ever found out this was all a sham." I grab my own glass of wine. "I've lied to them for far too long now. But trust me - this was the right decision. I weighed all the pros and cons at the beginning." And I've avoided talking about Luca as much as possible with anyone in my family - I feel better lying by omission than I do feeding them fake stories about our relationship. "Don't look at me like that. You were the one with the contract. I'm only doing everything in my power to keep up my end of the deal."

AUTHOR'S POV Hardin's eyes roamed around the whole room before stopping at Sia who was giving him a hateful look. “ You lied to me! ” Sia hissed and rushed to Hardin before grabbing his coat, glaring at him. “ Sia! Look. Its not like this. ” Louis buttoned up his shirt back and came closer to her but Sia was not listening. She was just glaring at Hardin with tears filling up her eyes. She did not want to believe anything. But the evidence was in front of her.

He didn’t smile. “May,” he said softly, “are you lying to me?” I looked up. And something in his tone—low, quiet, almost tender—made it worse than if he’d yelled. “Why would I lie about that?” I said. He didn’t answer. But he didn’t look away, either. The silence between us grew taut. I realized then what it really was—that space between a truth and a lie. It wasn’t about what we said. It was about what we stopped saying.

“I promised him. But I was so excited, and you are kind of involved? So please. Don’t tell anyone else?” He connected his palms in a praying pose and placed them on his head. “Ok, I won’t. Your secret is safe with me.” I replied. I won’t effing tell anyone, Jas! It’s like opening a can of worms! My fingers tapped on the table, thinking. Chris told Jasper to keep it a secret. He agreed to be strangers. He agreed to lie for me even when he wanted to admit that we were staring at each other. And he really did lie when asked. Even tried to keep it low when identified.

I muttered, my voice shaky. Seth didn’t push. He just watched me for a moment longer, that unreadable look still in his eyes. “What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to change the subject. “It’s closing hours,” he said simply. “I was looking for you.” I nodded, not knowing what else to say. The dream was still too fresh in my mind. I could still feel the phantom pressure between my legs. I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable. Seth’s eyes dropped to the table. He noticed the audition flyer I had picked up earlier — the “Never Kiss and Tell” poster. His face twisted slightly.

But the headline was clear: “The Lie I Sold the World The Truth Behind Liam and Ellen.” Amara’s hands shook. She clicked the link. It didn’t open fully just fragments, a broken mirror of sentences, half-visible paragraphs. “He wasn’t running back to the past…” “…a promise made to the dying…” “…the love that never left, even in silence…” She couldn’t breathe. She read it again and again, though it wasn’t complete. Though it left more questions than answers. It wasn’t proof but it was different.

Just to see it clearly. When I was done, I stared at the screen for a long time. “This can’t last,” I whispered. Because lies don’t just sit quietly. They demand payment. And soon, someone would collect.

The name hung heavy between us, like a lie that had nowhere left to hide. His voice dropped, raw and trembling. “Is your name even Brian?” The question gutted me. My lips parted, but no sound came—only a tear sliding down to my chin. “I didn’t mean to… I just—” I didn’t finish. He was already on me, slamming me against the wall. His hand wrapped around my throat, cutting off air and thought alike. “I told you,” he growled, his face inches from mine, “I hate lies. And you still lied. Do you have a death wish?”