Novel & Cerita The Pretty Lies The Ugly Truth

Temperance "And what does that mean for me?” I ask him frantically. "It means if we don't stop this, then you won't make it. "He’s joking, right?" "Anything that could have caused this?" The doctor asks. I tremble as I realize I can’t tell him the truth, the real cause. He won’t know how bad my body has been treated. Internal bleeding? God really hates me, doesn’t he? "I got mugged the other day." I blurt out a lie. Emaline looks at me, thinning her lips before getting distracted by something Ella whispers.

“What kind of reporter are you? You have your mind made up about someone so you just stop looking for the truth?” “I’m not about to stop looking for the truth,” I spat back at her, “and I’m not going to waste my time on delusions.” Deep down I knew I should play nice, that she might still be able to tell me something useful, but I just didn’t have it in me at the moment. “Jessie, don’t go.” Her voice had turned plaintive. “No one will take me seriously, but it’s the truth.” I softened slightly at the look of misery on her face, and she sensed it.

I smiled wryly. "We had, but we weren't sure if that was just a rumour or the truth." Drew told me. "I'm sorry to hear that it was the truth." "It's alright." I shrugged. "What happened?" Dan asked, probing further. I pursed my lips, wondering what to tell them. If I lied flat out, I would have to remember what I'd told them to keep the lie consistent. But if I only told them vague details that wasn't quite a lie but not the whole truth either then that would probably be easier.

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

“Or maybe the lie will eventually evolve into the truth, so the story behind it won’t matter.” And oh, how effortless would things be if it were that simple. If lies really did grow into the truth, now would be a good time. Then there’d be nothing stopping Ariana from grazing her lips against his skin and melting further into his warmth, until neither of them would think straight in the midst of their haze. Just because you can’t see the truth, whether it be now or then, doesn’t mean it’s not there. There can never be something beautiful between us, not when it’s scarred by a dirty secret.

“Will you tell me what happened now?” “Hun?!” Avery looked up in shock. She feigned a smile, lying, “I slipped on the floor and hit my head on the bed,” Layla fixed her eyes on Avery, and noticing the look, Avery knew Layla didn’t believe her. “Believe me, Layla, that’s what happened. I am not lying.” “Did I accuse you of lying?” Layla said calmly. She took Avery’s hand and caged it warmly in her hand. “Talk to me, Avery. Tell me the truth.”

"How is it going to pass when someone just woke up one morning and decided to destroy all that I built up with bloody lies, Mum!" She leaned in and wiped away a tear from my cheek. "The truth does not go away just because someone wakes up and tells a lie," she said. "It waits. Waits for the noise to die away so that it can speak again." I sneered bitterly. "That sounds poetic. But it's not the truth that is trending, is it? It's the lies. And my PR team is as useless as the post is. They can't even delete one piece of fake news."

Kevin replied, "No way! You're the prettiest woman in Dainsclef Village." He tried to lift the blanket to look at me, yet I gripped it tightly. "Please—don't look at me!" Kevin had no choice but to wrap me and the blanket together in his arms. Even when I was living with the poor Larsons, I was well taken care of, with smooth, soft skin. But how could this emaciated woman with hollow eyes staring back at me now possibly be me? "Who said you're ugly? My lovely Cindy is the prettiest woman in the world!"

Confidence has definitely left her whereas her pride was just not there to begin with. Truly, the prettier the lie, the uglier truth.

Jeri, Sophia, and Aysel gaze fixed on Freya, anticipating her response, as it seems, she was the only one who could make Jeri not back out of this fight. Freya shifted her gaze from one person to another, wondering what to say. “Look, Jeri," Freya began, " I don't know why you're mentioning this again. Haven't we discussed this before?” "Tell me, Freya, why are you finding it difficult to tell me the truth?” "Because, Jeri, the truth will only hurt you more. And I would rather not be the one to cause you that pain." Jeri's determination hardened. "I don't care about the pain. I need to know the truth, Freya."