The Pretty Lies The Ugly Truth Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Hopefully." He forced a smile. "I'll go now. Have a nice day," and he bade the both of them before leaving the house. Adelina stared at herself in the mirror. Was she wrong to have started this lie? Yes, she felt it. But she also thought it was the best way to forget him for good. Jonathan was always going to be the same arrogant, womanizer she had met a couple of years back and she felt stupid to have thought for a second, that he could change because of her. For her.

She thoughts she has won because she shouted at him and filled his ears with rumours from jobless people who made gossiping their daily routine as if they will get millions of money or awards for each rumour they made. Rumours are true, people will not see a fire without smoke, they will never say what they didn't see or happened, the problem is they will add a huge portion of lies to it; five per cent of truths they saw or happened and ninety-five per cent of lies, big lies. And the strangest and funniest thing about rumours is that people tend to add their own exaggeration; lies as they gossipped or passed to another person, that person will add his/her own exaggeration; lies and passed to

I collapsed to the floor, and bright red blood began seeping between my legs. Reynold's eyes widened in shock, but his expression quickly hardened again. "I barely touched you, Adrianna. Stop the act!" Yet, I was already slipping into unconsciousness from the intense pain, unable to respond to his words. When I did not answer, Reynold roughly grabbed my arm. He hissed, "Enough, Adrianna! Stop making a scene! You're embarrassing yourself in front of the entire company!" He added, "I didn't even call you out when you bullied Monica before, and now you're pretending to be the victim? You haven't been sick or anything lately—what, you're suddenly too weak to stand?"

The next day he was hospitalized with a bleeding ulcer from drinking too much. Afterward, he told me I could always share everything with him as a good friend, because he wasn't interested in women. And I actually believed him. Marcus's lies ended up hurting me, while Henry's lie only hurt himself. This time, I took the initiative and kissed him. That night, I pinned him to the bed and said, "Do you dare sign an agreement with me – whoever asks for a divorce has to commit suicide!" "I dare!" he replied without hesitation. Later, my father organized an incredibly luxurious wedding for us. Our happy wedding photos were displayed on digital billboards throughout downtown, playing on a loop for

Her final weapon. One video. One lie. One truth twisted enough to shatter everything. “Let’s see how much love survives this.”

“I just want the truth.” He gave a small nod, almost as if he had expected it. “Then ask.” I took a breath that trembled through my chest. “Why did you lie to me?” He looked away. His jaw tightened. For a long second, he didn’t speak, just pressed a hand over his mouth like he was trying to keep his emotions from spilling out. When he finally did, his voice was raw. “Because the truth was ugly,” he said. “And I didn’t want it touching you.”

I want her to join from tomorrow," Sanskar said. "Yes, sir,"Daisy said and exited with Swara. "I know there are more beautiful girls than you but not as pure as you. How can someone be so innocent and pure? I know your fucking morals which you won't give up easily but I will love to play with them. Well it might take a lot time to make you mine,but I never back out especially when it's my heart involved. By force or your will,you will definitely be mine, sweetheart," Sanskar muttered to himself.

Had he taken my comment on him not giving a shit about his grades to heart? Once, he drops his head on the desk and snoozes for like, five minutes before getting up again and continuing to pay close attention to whatever Mrs. Valerie was explaining. Soon however, her explanations stop and the practical exercises of the class begins. “I’m sure you’re all familiar with the game of two truths and a lie.” She walks around her desk, holding a large file holder and a pen. “Please, face your partner, and when I reach your table, you’ll tell each other two truths and one lie about yourself, but do not disclose which is which, and don’t say something obvious like; I drink water. Everyone drinks water

“I will rather hurt from knowing the truth than stay and seek comfort in the lies.” “What exactly do you want to know? I told you what it is already. It's a peaceful night. Must we ruin it with this discussion?” “You surely don't understand me. Let's swap roles. Living in a lie you want to build yourself. How does that sound?” “I didn't lie to you. Maybe I couldn't tell you all there is to it but I didn't lie to you.” “Why tell me half the story when I could hear the full thing. I don't need cut outs. I don't need to assume, all I need is the truth. The whole truth.”

It will be the perfect lie. ---