The Lies We Leave Behind Novels & Stories

My voice cracked on the last word, though I swallowed it down quickly. “You should’ve seen their faces,” I said, forcing a smile she couldn’t see. “You’d have been proud. Or maybe you’d have scolded me for being too aggressive.” I paused, tracing the lines of her palm with my thumb, as though she could feel it. “I’m doing this for you,” I said softly. “All of it. Because when you leave here, I don’t want you to come back to a world built on his lies.” I rested my forehead against the back of her hand, letting the silence stretch between us. There were so many things I wanted to tell her. About Caleb. About Andre. About how much I needed her to leave here and be together.

The place where we were supposed to promise each other forever. My throat tightens again. “I wanted this,” I whisper. “I wanted this so much.” Marcus doesn’t interrupt. “I wanted a life that wasn’t full of lies,” I continue quietly. “A life that wasn’t full of manipulation and secrets and people using each other.” I turn slowly to face him again. “That’s why I left Ryan.” My eyes meet his. “I left because I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life wondering what was real and what wasn’t.”

others. To you. We lied because lying was easier than truth. Because false hope was better than honest despair. Because pretending cure existed was preferable to accepting permanent torture. We lied. We knew we lied. We continued lying. Because lying allowed us to continue. To endure. To exist. Without lie, without false hope, without pretended belief... we would have nothing. No reason to continue. No justification for enduring. No purpose for existing. We would have only suffering. Only torture. Only agony. Nothing else. Just pain. Forever. We could not accept that. Could not endure that. Could not exist with that. So we lied. We created false hope. We pretended cure existed. We acted as

She knows when and why she should leave something. Liesa also knew that the government would look for her, which is why she didn't leave a trace for her siblings. He doesn't want them to feel any more and Liesa also knows that William will also pretend that he doesn't know anything if something bad happens. "I'm sorry..." Liesa murmured as she took a last glance at their house and left. "I know you're smart, Liam. I know that you'll do everything once you discover it. I just hope that it won't be too late when you discover the thing that I did."

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

"You're willing to kill me for Jasmine? Don't you have a conscience?! "I wasn't there for you when you were blind, but so what? If we're talking about who wronged who, wasn't it you who promised to love me forever? You said I was the only one who could be your wife! But when the Graham family forced me to leave the country, what were you doing? You were arguing with Jasmine!

4 After leaving the prepared divorce agreement behind, I began packing my things. I didn’t have much—besides what Joanna had already thrown away, the most important item was my mother’s urn. Just then, Joanna entered the room, her high heels clicking against the floor. With the Jack and Cameron out of the house, she no longer pretended to be gentle and kind. Instead, her face turned sharp and vicious. “Well, looks like the stray dog finally knows when to leave.” “Since you’re already going, how about I tell you a little secret?”

I needed to breathe, to find myself again, away from their lies and deceit. I paused for a moment, staring at a photograph on my nightstand. It was a picture of all of us—Ryder, Jaxon, Caden, and me. We looked so happy, so carefree. My fingers trembled as I picked it up, running my thumb over the glossy surface. What a lie, I thought bitterly, tears blurring my vision. I wanted to smash it, to break it into a thousand pieces, but instead, I placed it face down on the nightstand. I didn’t need another reminder of what I was leaving behind.

“You’re covering your face with your purse. If you’re uncomfortable, we can leave. I don’t mind.” “Stanley, I don’t know how to tell you this,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. I glanced at Tasha again and saw her stand, her eyes still locked on me. “We really need to leave. We really need to leave.” “Okay, let’s go,” he said, standing without hesitation. I grabbed his hand, my grip tight, and we hurried toward the exit, my heart pounding. I didn’t look back—I couldn’t afford to let Tasha catch up. The thought of her smug smile, her inevitable taunts, or worse, my father’s cold dismissal, was unbearable. I didn’t want Stanley to know about my past, the shame of being cast out, th

Her initial question that reminded me of my hell bound punishment rings in my ear and I turn to look at her, "No don't wait for me.Ciara would be waiting for you." Ciara is Lucy's younger sister and only family. They lost their parents in a fire and lost everything valuable in their lives. Lucy lost all except her fifteen year old sister,the only reason she claims to live and the poor little teenage girl lost her sense of speech from the trauma of losing her parents. Her extended family tried to claim care of her but Lucy fought back and promised to somehow manage to fend for them both since she's legally an adult and that brings us to her wanting to join The Rebels, us.