The Pale Faced Lie Novels & Stories

I ask. He soothes his left cheek first, where my slap landed, before he speaks. “Nobody sent me, Gia Wilsons. And I used that subject because I knew how sensitive it is. It was the only way I could earn your attention, even for a moment.” The jerk lies. This moron is lying to me. To us. I can see it in his ugly eyes. There is more to this lie he is trying to sell us. The way he is looking at me. This is not the face of an innocent person. He is just playing with our minds.

she answered "Did you the person's face? " "Noooo I was hit from behind," "ok that enough thanks for cooperating,and don't worry I won't let you go to jail" Mr Derek said and turn to me "It time let go." "How do you know she's lying?"I asked "you need to learn,when someone seems anxious or nervous when talking then it a lie Then some will put blank expression,some will talk about something unrelated then it a lie," "wow!! that it??," "yes that it" he replied and "I think Mrs Felicia is still hiding something like she's protecting someone

"Is that true, Nelly?" Nelly’s face turned ghostly pale, her bravado faltering. Her lips parted as if she was going to deny it again, but no words came out. She hesitated for a split second, then doubled down. "No, sir! She’s lying!" Her voice grew more frantic. "She’s trying to manipulate you—"

The only sounds were the scrape of his knife and the wind through the dead trees. "My palm was itching this morning," Nell said. Silas's hands stopped moving. "Lena touched it and the itching stopped." Silas looked at her. His gray eyes were unreadable. "She said it was in my head." Silas set down his knife. Picked up his stick. Wrote in the dirt. What do you think? "I think she's lying." Silas nodded slowly. "Why would she lie about something so small?" He wrote. Because small lies become big ones.

My voice broke into such a fierce scream that it made him flinch. He lifted his foot and looked down at the dust beneath his sole. Then he scoffed. “Andrea, I can’t believe you’d make up such lies just to get me to come back. Do you expect me to believe this is human ash? The color is off, the texture is all wrong. “If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable. Where did you get these? Dog bones from the butcher shop? I’m telling you now, I’m not falling for it. I’ll never believe a single word that comes out of your mouth!”

I hated how put together he looked while clearly lying through his teeth. “Do you not get tired of lying?” I biased angrily. “No, because I’m speaking the truth,” he argued with a straight face. “Really? So, if I offered you some of my blood now you'd turn it down?” I asked in a daring tone, taking note of how his eyes widened slightly. “Yeah, I would, because like I said earlier, I’m no longer interested in that,” he fought to keep on a brave face. I laughed, long and hard at how foolish he thought I was before shooting my claws out and pointing one at my neck. On the very spot that he always loved to dig his fangs into first, and I noticed how he shifted uncomfortably beside me after lying

Phones were lifted discreetly, capturing every movement. Confused, she leaned toward a nurse nearby. “Is something… wrong with my face?” The nurse hesitated, lowering the phone slightly. “Nothing, Doctor… but look at this.” Lilian took the phone, and her heart sank. Alexandra’s face filled the screen, every media outlet already running with the story. He was making the “fiancée” lie real, turning fiction into headline news with effortless precision. She bit her lip. I shouldn’t have taken this lightly…

she palmed her face in embarrassment. Darrel obviously was surprised, maybe more than surprised even. “I'm so, so sorry. The guilt was killing me. I just had to, I’ve never had to lie like this just to get the attention of someone and it’s so pathetic. If you want to know more about me, well, here it is: I'm a desperate liar who manipulates situations because I'm too scared to just be honest about my feelings. I liked you so much, and I thought that if we had things in common, you might just….”

The conversation drifted, voices dropping an octave as the exhaustion turned into that easy, liquid warmth that only comes at the end of a long day and the start of a good bottle. Leona leaned into the candlelight, her eyes gleaming with the kind of mischief that usually preceded a disaster. “We need to talk about the leather jacket guy,” she said, prodding my arm. “The one who asked if the villain’s habit of gaslighting everyone was… personal.” A spray of Pinot Noir nearly hit the tablecloth as I coughed. “I gave him a very professional, very firm ‘no’ with every fiber of my being.” Liza’s laugh was a sharp bark that had her sliding dangerously close to the edge of the velvet seat. “You lie

“Don’t let him win. He’ll kill us anyway.” His gaze makes contact with mine- wild, desperate, full of pain. A bruise on his lip, a bruise sprouting over his jaw, and yet now I see the man who kissed me in the dark and said I should never go over to the dark alone. But now we don’t know, and I must be the light. That way at least Emily will live, I think. He shakes his head violently. “No—Carina, please. Don’t.” I keep quiet. My fingers are holding the flash drive Leo has created, the one that I slipped under my sleeve. It is my actual weapon, my bet, and my lie.