The Lies He Told Me Series Novels & Stories

“Don’t lie to me.” I looked at him,his strong profile, the shadows curling gently at his boots, the bond between us steady as breath. “I’m just tired,” I said. “It’s good to be back.” He turned to me, cupping my face. “If something’s wrong… tell me. Before it breaks us.” My throat tightened. “Nothing’s wrong.” But the lie tasted like ash. Because it was breaking me. Not the threat. The silence. The not-knowing.

I leaned back in my seat and added, "I'm giving you a chance now. Say the magic words. Break up with me. Don't worry. If anyone asks, I'll tell them that you were the one who dumped me so that won't hurt your ego anymore, right? Now, come on, say it. Say we're done so I can finally go home and sleep."

Bit by bit, I laid out everything—the empty corporate registry, the strange excuses, the hidden entries. "What?!" Miaree shrieked, the sound so sharp my eardrums practically vibrated. "He's straight-up lying to your face! Why haven't you cornered him and demanded the truth?!" "I did," I said quickly, trying to quiet her down. "I asked him directly tonight. He told me he's just waiting for the right moment to explain everything. He just needs a little more time, guys. He promised he would come clean." Marcy and Miaree exchanged a dark, furious look.

"How am I even sure you know where she is? That you aren't lying to me?" "And why would I lie?" "Why?" I chuckled bitterly. Pulling my seat closer to his desk and Sitting up better. "Since you have claimed not to know, I will gladly refresh your memory. You lied to me about her being Dead. You lied to me about her family rejecting me. You lied to me about my birth and everything surrounding it. You lied about loving me. You lied about her being a Golddigger. You lied about this damn family! You fucking lie about every damn thing! How the hell am I supposed to believe you now? Tell me!" I snarled.

I know that she loves me because if she didn't see what have you left me and this time she wouldn't have came back. which is why I feel so bad about having to lie to her about everything all over again. I had to convince her that she had an injury and that get affected her memory. That is the thing with lies. Once you start, you can't stop. I think it is safe to say that things have gone far enough and I'm not sure if I have the stomach to take it all the way. to keep up with the lies that I told her I have had to bribe a lot of people into making him believe that her memories were really messed up.

Even though I found out her weakness, and the reason why she told me a lot of things that shouldn’t be shared with someone who hasn’t sworn her loyalty to the pack. “No,” I lied. He scrutinized me with his eyes as he tried to find the lie in what I said but he will never find one. I was so good at hiding the truth from everyone that no one was ever able to know when I was lying or when I was not. Not even Stefan. “No one will tell you that but her,” Ethan said accusingly as he tried to control his anger. “No one told me,” I replied, “but I heard it while you’re healer was curing me. She was talking to someone and I heard it before drifting back to sleep.” Half lie and half-truths. Something

"He called me, you know. That night you left." My head snapped up. "He what?" "Called me looking for you. Sounded completely desperate. Like his entire world had just ended." Devin studied me carefully. "What exactly happened between you two? Because I've seen you after breakups before, Addy. This is different." I picked at my food, not sure where to even start. "He lied to me. About everything. His family, his past, how we met. All of it was lies." "Okay. That's bad. But—"

Memories flashing. Red streaks filled her eyes. “LIES! IT’S ALL LIES! YOU’RE ALL LIARS! My teacher and senior said they’d come back—they lied! You said you loved me—that was a lie too! Everything—EVERYTHING—was a lie from beginning to end!” ***

Damn! “Yeah…” I melancholy said. “Is it true that he died too?” he asked once again. Did he hear it from Lexis? So…they already talked? “Y-Yes…” I answered. Damn! I am lying again! “Don’t lie to me, Cristine.” He said grittily. I bit my lower lip. “H-He didn’t die but please don’t tell it to Lexis,” I pleadingly looked at him. “Is it your nature to lie?” he asked full of sarcasm. I looked down because I am so guilty for it.

I moved toward the bathroom, pretending I had only gone for a late shower, not to another man’s bed. But as I reached for the robe on the hook, I heard it. The shift in his breathing. Then, his voice—low, sharp, too awake. “Where were you?” I froze, my hand midway to the robe. “Bathroom,” I said quickly, too quickly. He turned on the bedside lamp. His eyes met mine, dark and alert. “For almost an hour?” “I couldn’t sleep. Took a walk down to the lobby,” I lied. He studied me—eyes roaming over my flushed cheeks, the faint indentation on my collarbone, the hastily-fixed hair. “With no phone. No security?”