The Lies Book Novels & Stories

People like him , who were monsters behind closed doors, always wanted to pretend to be saints in front of people. He cleared his throat and tried to look composed, "Last night at the party someone attacked me when I was looking for restroom". George said trying to dismiss this converstaion clearly lying about him trying to find restroom. It was fascinating to Sia how people like George could lie looking directly in someone's eyes, but she can't say much about it as she was not any better than those people. Everyone looked quite shocked after hearing that someone attacked George. Louis didn't want to look up and see George as he knew, he won't be able to control himself. So, he was playing w

“Forever, even in silence.” I remember our first night together, the way he trembled when he touched me, how he made love to me like he was discovering religion for the first time. He kissed every part of me like I was made of prayers. When it was over, he pressed his forehead to mine and said, “I will never let anything take you from me.” Funny how the world makes liars of lovers. Noah didn’t ask about his father much. And when he did, I’d give vague answers. “He was strong,” I’d say. “Smart. A man of big dreams.” All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie.

“Then why does it look like you? Why does it sound like you?” “Because someone wants me destroyed,” Montez bit out, his voice low and feral. “And they’ve mastered the art of lies.” “It’s as if they’re all popping out of thin air.” She swallowed hard. “The exposé… the testimonies…” He scoffed, his lip curling. “Fabrications. Paid mouths and forged documents. They think they can bury me with rumors.” She clutched her phone tighter, the screen still showing headlines. MONSTER IN A SUIT: WOMEN SPEAK OUT.

The market responded instantly: confidence soared. Interview Three: The Human-Interest Segment. This was my primary focus. The reporter wanted to know how I felt the author who wrote about the truth, now living a corporate thriller. "The greatest mistake Sebastian made was believing the lie could sustain itself," I told the camera, my voice clear and unwavering. "My book, The Debt, is about the cost of living a lie. The only way to move forward is to face the shame, pay the price, and choose the truth every single day. That is the philosophy Benjamin and I bring to Sterling. We are choosing transparency."

" 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 moment she turned her head to glance toward the stage, I let out a silent breath and mentally smacked myself. I just lied. Not a small, casual, harmless lie—no. A full-blown, name-dropping, easily-verifiable kind of lie. The kind that could get me fired, blacklisted, and maybe even thrown out before dessert. And the worst part? I didn’t even check my facts. For all I knew, Clara didn’t have a niece. She didn’t even look like the kind of woman who had family close enough to visit. She looked like the kind who had assistants—not nieces.

“What’s going on? You’ve been in here a while.” “Well, Xavier was just letting me know dinner was wrapping up.” The lie rolled off my tongue before I could think, and I managed a small smile to make it more convincing. “I was also lost in our little discussion that I lost track of time.” Frank looked at me for a moment like he found something blue in what I said and then Xavier, I couldn’t read the plain expression he had, it was the kind of look that made you think he had some suspicious thoughts. My pulse hammered in my ears but I held his gaze, kept my shoulders lose and held on to the smile.

It tasted of absolutely nothing except mayonnaise. I sat staring out at the darkness rushing past the window while random thoughts kept nudging at the edges of my exhaustion. Missing pieces. New pieces. No pieces at all. There were lies so small they hardly mattered, the sort you could choose to believe or ignore without consequence. Then there were lies that looked harmless on the surface but carried enormous ramifications underneath. And sometimes deception wasn’t about what somebody said—it was about what they deliberately left unsaid. Jock’s lies always hovered dangerously close to the truth.

“You can’t tell a lie?” Ramsey looked at her, expression solemn. “No. I don’t lie. I cannot bring myself to do it. It feels… wrong. Like everything inside me fights against it. My mind loops. The rituals get worse.” She looked puzzled, but this wasn’t the time for explanations about his OCD, the compulsions, the rigid rules that kept his world from spinning into chaos. I’d fill her in later. “Yes,” I said firmly. “If it gets to that point, I need you to lie for me. Have you told anyone else that you saw Miss Valentine? Does anyone know about this photo?”

"That one." 'Lies,' Selah hissed in my head. Runa slammed the book shut. The click echoed through the quiet basement. She let out a long, heavy breath, her shoulders sagging as if a Great weight had just dropped on her. "It was all a lie," she said. Her voice was thick with disgust. "I made it all up."