The Pale Faced Lie Novels & Stories

And still managed to hit the worst possible place. I took a breath. Slowly. Answered the easy ones first. [He helped get the doctor fast.] [Javier came after.] [It all moved quickly.] Then I stopped at the last question. Did Poppy ask for me? The window in front of me reflected my face back at me. Beautiful, exhausted, and very clearly not to be trusted by anyone sane. I could lie. Of course I could. I had already built half this week out of silk, glass, and neatly folded lies.

“Do you know what happens to people who lie about me?” Her face went pale, her eyes wide with terror. “A-Alpha… I… I didn’t…” Theo’s grip on the gun tightened. He pointed it at her, his eyes cold and angry. “Speak another lie, and I’ll decorate the walls with your brains.” The room was silent, suffocatingly so. No one dared to move, no one dared to even breathe too loudly. “I-I’m sorry!” Everest sobbed, her body collapsing in on itself. “I was… a man, a young man paid me to spread such a lie.”

It felt as if every bone in my body had been broken—I collapsed to the floor, my eyes empty and unfocused. The child I had carried for 9 months had become a blade piercing my heart. The overwhelming grief and despair nearly tore me apart—I collapsed, pain nearly causing me to faint. Seeing my pale face, Jack rushed forward in a panic—but Joanna quickly clung to his arm. “Jack, Laura is just trying to trick you.” “She’s afraid of being punished, so she’s pretending to be sick to get sympathy. Think about it. When she donated her cornea, her body was perfectly fine.”

Forgetting about the situation that was happening currently I was snapped back to reality when I see him lunge at the grey wolf that was chasing me, they snarl and tear into one another; his claws tear into the side of the grey wolf who lets out a howl from the injury that was just inflicted onto his torso. Whimpers are to be heard as the grey wolf backs away from the black wolf and stares at me as he growls and snaps his jaw, within a second the grey wolfs retreat back to the forsaken territory as they take off running in retreat from the attack that was inflicted onto them, sighing in relief my arms collapse under me as I stare up at the sky laughing in relief of being able to live another

Her face was pale, her hands trembling as she spoke. “I… I can’t keep this secret anymore,” she said, her voice shaky. “I lied in court. I didn’t see Eva Brown stab Lucas Graves. I wasn’t even in the room when it happened.” Gasps filled the boardroom as her confession continued. “I was paid to lie,” Lila admitted, tears streaming down her face. “I was offered a huge amount of money to frame Eva. I didn’t want to do it, but they threatened me. They said they’d ruin my life if I didn’t go along with their plan.”

"Norah? Are you okay? What took you so long in here?." She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm the storm within. She had to come up with a lie. A good one. One that would make sense, that he would believe. She looked at herself in the massive, gold-framed mirror over the sink. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with a wild, desperate fear. She looked like a woman in pain. It was a perfect, terrible lie. “I'm here, Ethan," she answered back, her voice sounding so worried and checked up.

Oil stabilized—but trust didn’t. Governments panicked. And the top families… Turned on each other. ⸻ Lisa sat alone now. The room dark. Screens glowing. Frame by frame. Face by face. Until— She stopped. “There…” she whispered. Zooming in. Enhancing. A partial profile. A glimpse. Not enough for most. But enough for her. Her eyes narrowed. “I see you…” Her voice dropped to a deadly calm. “And when I find you…” A pause. “…I won’t make it quick.”

Maybe someone. "Don't fucking lie again, or I'll have her drive this knife into your zipper." I pointed at Mae while I made it clear to him that I wanted him to be honest. But I've got to admit, that was a smart, well-calculated lie. It was his shaky lips that betrayed his lie. "I'm n-not lying..." I heard him and took the knife out of where I forced it into the chair and settled its sharp end against his right thigh. "One more lie about not lying drops from your mouth and you will see how magical it looks when a knife is buried in one's skin."

how could I answer normally, he asked me a question like that. "You. Lying!" I silently agreed with him. I'm lying, what's wrong with that? "I am not!" I snapped. "Lie, your whole face speaks it. Your eyes, your nose, and your lips all give the code that you're lying! Lili! You can't lie to me!" he said and stood up and left. Mr. Harold, why did you do this to me about it!

“Then why does it look like you? Why does it sound like you?” “Because someone wants me destroyed,” Montez bit out, his voice low and feral. “And they’ve mastered the art of lies.” “It’s as if they’re all popping out of thin air.” She swallowed hard. “The exposé… the testimonies…” He scoffed, his lip curling. “Fabrications. Paid mouths and forged documents. They think they can bury me with rumors.” She clutched her phone tighter, the screen still showing headlines. MONSTER IN A SUIT: WOMEN SPEAK OUT.