The Lies Book Novels & Stories

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 like you as much as you like me.” The butterflies in my stomach did multiple backflips in excitement. My cheeks burned so red, I had to look away before he saw me blush. “Let's..” I cleared my throat. “My books are in the living room, we should go.” He stepped back and followed behind me as I walked towards the living room. Oh Lord, is this a dream? I pinched my hand twice to wake up but my eyes opened wide and Conrad was still sitting beside me. “Let's start with Statistics.” I began, flipping through the pages even though I saw nothing.

And yet. The part of me that had learned to read people — not perfectly, not infallibly, but with the particular accuracy of someone who has had to rely on it for survival — that part was sitting with what I knew of Zayden and trying to make it fit the shape of what Lydia was describing, and it wasn't fitting cleanly. There were gaps. Resistance. The pieces weren't interlocking the way they should if the picture she was painting was the complete and accurate one. But that part of me also knew that the most dangerous lies are the ones built around a true fact. That you can construct an entirely false conclusion from entirely real evidence, if you arrange the evidence carefully enough.

he prompted as he swept me into his arms and off the bed. To Be Continued. Author’s note: Lies, Lies, And More Lies. So Many Lies It Has Gotten Really Hard To Tell The Truths Away From The Lies. What Are The Truths? When Are We Going To Learn The Truths? Stay tuned to find out.

I ask him, confused about what game this is that he is playing. “I needed to know how you felt about me.” He says, confusing me even more. How could I make it any clearer than literally writing a book where I sell out every emotion I felt for him? “What do you..” It dawns on me that he has been lying to me again. This whole time, I thought he knew how I felt, because he said he had read the book and stupidly, I took him for his word. What was I thinking? This is the same man that pretended to be fucking Jack Dawson, this is the same man that had refused to tell me who he was and probably never would’ve come clean to me, had I not told him that I knew exactly who he was. This is the man that

The city slipped by outside dark storefronts, empty streets, the glow of distant traffic lights. “You know,” I said finally, my voice low, “our whole lives have been built on lies. My mother lied to protect me. Your father lies to control everyone. Rebecca lied to herself. And me I’ve been lying to myself since the day I met you.” Alex turned his head toward me, eyes glassy with pain. “How?” “Because I wanted to believe we could be normal. That love could fix everything. But nothing about this is normal.”

Adrian, the man who had lied to me about everything, had been lying to Simeon as well. “Yes,” Simeon bit out, his voice sharp, as if the betrayal stung him more than he was willing to admit. “I thought he was a promising entrepreneur, but he’s nothing but a fraud.” The room seemed to spin as my brain worked at the weight of his words. Adrian wasn't only a liar in my books, he had betrayed Simeon, too. But by now Simeon was not just this somewhere distant in my life but part of the story and rather unexpectedly at that.

The pain of every bone in my body shattering was something I would never forget. No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't understand. I was clearly the heiress. The DNA test was flawless. So why was I still called a fraud? I tried to find an excuse to deny it. But Yvette didn't press me further. Instead, she said gently, "I understand you might feel resentful that Mr. and Mrs. Cox only came to find you now, but they only just discovered the truth themselves."

"I'm your wife, and you're lying to me, keeping things from me? I'm seriously mad now!" I wasn't quick enough—she snatched the phone right out of my hand. Oh, no. That was it. She was gonna find out about everything. But then she went through my phone and suddenly burst out laughing. "So, this is what you were so worked up about?" Since I was already caught, I figured I might as well just come clean. "Yeah, you got me. So tell me—who are you really?" "I'm your wife, of course! You must be wondering about this text message. I was supposed to go on a business trip with Mr. Booth yesterday. But he got a call later and told me I didn't need to go. So, I came home early!"

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.”