The Pale Faced Lie Novels & Stories

A cold fury radiated from him. "What did you say?" His voice was terrifying. Every word seemed to come from deep in his throat. The nurse gasped, trembling as she explained, "M-Mrs. Rasmussen was six weeks pregnant, but she fell down the stairs and lost too much blood. The child didn't survive." Andrew's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart tightened. An uncontainable fire surged within him. His fingers clenched involuntarily, and his sharp nails broke through his skin, turning into claws.

"Take a look at this, you sterile jerk." He froze, then grabbed the report. His hands shook as he flipped it through. The bold word "azoospermia" stared back at him. "You lied to me!" he roared at Cecily, his voice breaking. Elmer turned his fury on them. I clapped mockingly and seized the moment to smash a chair against the drawer. Grabbing my documents, I started prancing out of the house. Dale grabbed my ankle, pleading, "Don't abandon me. I was wrong. I don't want a kid anymore. Please stay."

"I'm not after anything except a paycheck and a safe place to work." "Liar." The word hangs in the air between us. Mrs. Thornton looks ready to say more when footsteps sound in the hallway. Everyone in the room turns toward the door just as Xade appears in the doorway. He takes in the scene with one sweep of his eyes; The guards standing at attention, Mrs. Thornton holding my phone like evidence, Me standing in the middle of it all in my thin pajamas with my heart in my throat. "What's going on here?" His voice is calm but there's steel underneath it.

A smile like a fingernail down crystal curled his lips, and yet his voice sounded soft as a lullaby. "I detest lies. Sharon, if you speak honestly, I will spare you. If you lie…" He leaned forward, and the threat hung in the air like a blade. "Don't expect me to show any mercy." He paused, then added with a clinical certainty, "By the way, I studied psychology. I can tell when someone is lying." His voice went quiet and measured. "Now, Sharon. Tell us. Did you orchestrate Victoria's exposure?"

“Because you’re lying to me and I’m not pregnant. Now the real question is, who the hell paid you to lie to me or fake my pregnancy?” Lisa had enough, the dribbling is enough and it is time he faced confrontation. Let’s see how well he’s going to handle that.

I said coldly. An awkward silence filled the space between us. He leaned closer, the subtle scent of his cologne mixing with my breath. His fingers brushed against mine as he took his glass back. "You almost got it," he murmured, his voice low. "But your pulse..." His eyes darted to my throat. "It tells a different story." My chest tightened, that frustrating mix of anger and heat surging within me. "Lesson three," he said, sitting back. "A convincing lie starts with believing it yourself."

"I'm fine! See? I'm right here. I just had a... a bad day. A panic attack. I wandered off. It was stupid. I'm sorry I worried you." He didn't blink. "You're lying." "I'm not!" "Your pupils are dilated beyond normal light adjustment. You have a micro-abrasion on your left wrist consistent with soft-cord restraint. You are favoring your right leg, suggesting prolonged stress or minor injury. You are displaying seven of the nine recognized physical tells of deception. You. Are. Lying." He spoke in a robotic voice and his clinical breakdown made me want to scream he was diagnosing me as a problem.

Was he really doing this next to my mom? His foot slid higher, tracing the line of my thighs through my stockings with a slow caress. My breath hitched. I stared into my favorite soup that I couldn’t even taste, my whole body was like a volcano. “Are you feeling alright, Lia?” Mom asked with concern. “You’ve gone quite pale.” “I’m… fine, Mother…Just a little tired.” The lie was sweet on my tongue. His foot reached my knee, then pressed between my thighs, spreading a firm pressure against my cunt through the fabric of my underwear.

He lowered his eyes, his voice soft, almost like he might break at any moment. "At first, I just thought, if I said I was poor, maybe I'd get closer to you. Later, I didn't know how to take the lie back." "So you've been lying to me for five years?" I wanted to look him in the eyes, to see the truth in them, but he wouldn't meet my gaze. "You're an idiot..." I grabbed his shoulder, wanting to hit him, but when my hand was raised, I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Watching Kayla pick up her phone to actually contact a medical team, I struggled to call out a single word, "Kayla." She immediately dropped her phone and leaned down. "I'm here. What do you want to tell me, Nate?" Slowly and with great difficulty, I managed to get out a sentence. "Your presence... only makes... my last moments hell." I watched with satisfaction as her face instantly went white. Unable to support herself, she collapsed to her knees and started desperately slapping herself. "I truly am an animal! I shouldn't have said those things to you! "I shouldn't have lost my mind and agreed to help Mom and Dad fake their deaths. I shouldn't have said you were guilty. I shouldn't have ma