Novel & Cerita The Pale Faced Lie

i couldn't even move my legs felt like jelly ,I couldn't move from his face it's like I wasn't in control of my body again "what are you doing " he asked I couldn't reply did I suddenly go dumb finally I got control of myself "I....I.....there was something on your face"I lied "but it's gone"I added "can you move from my face" he said and I nodded still looking at him "now"he said sternly and I moved immediately "you look pale"I said

"Don't lie to me. You’ve been pale. You're barely eating. Is something wrong? Did something happen that I should know about?" Elena felt the pressure building in her throat. She couldn't tell her the truth. She couldn't say ‘I fell in love with a boy who lives in a world you despise and he broke my heart and now I feel like I'm dying.’ "It’s nothing like that," Elena said, forcing a small, weary laugh. She leaned into the lie, clutching it like a shield. "I just... I have really bad period cramps. They’ve been hitting me all day. I’m just drained."

His face was cold as he demanded. I just have to lie like the last time. Simple as ABC. "I wanted to strip as usual" "Okay..." He paused and I watched him gulp in. Without warning, he pulled down my white shorts(His actually) leaving my bare ass to face the ceiling although I had my panties on. The morning breeze spanked my bare flesh without pity and I almost moaned. Refreshing. "Are you lying to me?" Mr Pompous asked harshly and I could see the darkness growing around his eyes.

The disbelief must have shown on my face because something dark flashed behind his eyes. "There it is." My stomach dropped. "What?" "That look." He laughed once. Humorless. Cruel. "The look people get when they're deciding which lie to tell." I felt something inside me snap. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just enough. Enough to hurt. Enough to exhaust me. Enough to make me stop trying. "No." The lie came quietly. Firmly. Without hesitation. "No, Kael." For a moment neither of us moved. Neither of us spoke.

I had no idea what it was, but I knew for sure that it had everything to do with the man sitting across from me. I wasn't the only one who had been quiet since the call ended. In fact, if there was a quiet competition, Fredrick would have won it hands down. For a moment, I was led to think that he had stopped breathing at some point. While I could clearly hear the erratic beating of my heart, I wasn't sure I even heard him breathe. From the corner of my eye, I had to throw him worried glances at certain intervals to make sure he was still breathing. “It's a lie.” I let out eventually. My voice was nothing less than a squeak in the grand scheme of things, but I continued nonetheless. “Those p

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉 I lied. I actually lied to Papillon. I still didn’t understand why the lie slipped out so naturally. I had never been a liar. Never needed to be. I had always been brutally blunt with my words, saying exactly what I thought regardless of what anyone felt about it. Whether they feared me, hated me, or looked at me like I was some monster lurking in the shadows, I never cared. But when she looked at me with those damned doe eyes, staring straight into mine as she quietly asked if I had killed Amber, I opened my mouth and the lie just came out on its own.

And yet, for the sake of appearances, for the crowd, she forced the lie from her lips, trembling. “Yes,” she whispered, barely audible. “He—he paid me to lie. Kastiel bribed me. He… he made me say false things. He—he is guilty. Kastiel… he…” The room erupted. The Thornbrooks cheered softly, their whispers spreading the narrative like wildfire. Kael’s smile was triumphant, his eyes gleaming with victory. He patted her shoulder, praising her, praising her bravery and loyalty, weaving her lie into the perception of truth for everyone present.

I play dumb, buying time, forcing them to show their cards first. The man at the far end clicked on the screen, and the room lit up with my scandals. Every headline, every rumor, every fabricated lie mixed with a few dangerous truths. Pictures. Documents. My sins stitched into a narrative so neat it almost impressed me. “Care to explain this, Mr. Sterling?” one of them asks, folding his hands neatly on the table like a judge about to deliver a verdict. I straighten in my chair, refusing to blink. “What do you want me to explain? They’re lies.” My smirk is practiced, but inside I could feel the walls closing in.

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."