The Lies Between Us Novels & Stories

“My life can’t be greater, and I have a lovely daughter. I hope you can stop harassing us.” Playing along, Dave kept his mouth shut. Casen’s gaze finally fell on Leena. As he observed my arm linking with Dave’s, his complexion went pale, and his eyes reflected agony and resentment. He opened his mouth, but no words escaped his lips. I cocked my head to Dave and murmured, “Come on. We have an early start tomorrow.” With that, I brushed past with Dave, ditching Casen’s lonesome self in the back. I released my grip once we were in an empty corner. Feeling embarrassed, I looked at Dave.

Alec sits beside me. "Why didn't you tell us?" Emaline speaks up, pain flickering in her eyes. I know what this is about. This is about the abuse. "W-what do you mean?" If I keep stacking up my lies, they will eventually believe me. Hopefully. But I am sick of lying. I don't want to lie anymore.

she said at my derisive snort, “but I don’t know why you spoke with him if you’re so convinced you have all the answers about your father’s past.” “Just covering all the bases.” “Nuh-uh.” I could feel her shaking her head vigorously. “You’ve found something that changed your mind, haven’t you?” The gleam was back. The infuriating woman was like her stupid dog with a bone. “Look, I’ll tell you what I can when I can,” I lied, “but right now I don’t have anything more than ideas.” I didn’t particularly enjoy misleading her, and I suspected that she wouldn’t be fooled, anyway, but I couldn’t risk sharing. I needed to do this, and I needed to do it without being held back by hangers-on, no matter

“They may be more sympathetic towards that spin on it.” “It’s a lie,” Aislen started shaking her head. “Lies are dangerous because they can easily be proven as being lies, and once exposed, everything we say would then be open for debate. If we lie, we win the war for the Van Helsings. I say the Van Helsings let the cat out of the bag, it’s not our job to stuff it back in there, but rather to win the war against them.”

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He looked at my father and gave Dave a very hard look, then walked out. “What are you doing here?” “That's not how you speak to your husband, Rhea.” My father's voice was calm. I sat up straighter, ignoring the pain shooting through my ribs. “I don't know what he told you, but it's all lies. Every word…” “I know everything.” He cut me off. “The surrogate. The ex-girlfriend. The donor eggs due to your medical complications. Which part is the lie?” My mouth opened in disbelief. “You…you can't actually think this is okay.”

His voice remains calm. Controlled. That somehow makes it worse. I stare out the glass windows of my office. The city stretches endlessly below. Busy. Loud. Alive. Meanwhile my heart suddenly feels too loud inside my chest. “You left,” I say quietly. Another pause. Then— “I did.” No excuses. No lies. No attempt to deny it. And somehow that annoys me even more. “You don’t get points for honesty now.” “I know that too.” God. Why does he sound like this?

I drop the gun. "What now?" Liam looks at me, his eyes hollow. "Now," he says. "We become the virus." The drone opens fire. The trees around us shatter. "Run," I say. But there’s nowhere left to run. "Aiden," Liam whispers. "Yes?" "I lied." "About what?" "Everything." I look at him. "I didn't watch you in the courtyard." "I wrote you there." "And I'm still writing you." I stop. The world stops.

"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?"

“No. Actually... I thought you were brave as hell for showing up.” I didn’t know what to say to that. Nobody had ever called me brave before. Pathetic, fat, weird? Sure. But brave? I lowered my arms slightly. “You don’t even know me.” “Maybe not. But I was curious.” I narrowed my eyes. “Why?” He offered a half-shrug, like even he wasn’t sure. “You read something once. In AP Lit. Junior year. Poem about the moon. It stuck.” My brain glitched. “You remember that?”