The Pretty Lies The Ugly Truth Novels & Stories

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"Plead with me, Mia Frank. As long as you ask, I'll reject him. "I won't marry Wendy, and I won't be with anyone else either." Once upon a time, it seemed like I had begged him in the same way. When he appeared before me with different women, I gathered the courage to tell him the reasons for my abrupt departure. But on that day, how did he respond? He said, "Mia, spare me the excuses. "A liar's words. Do you think I'd believe them? "If you want me to listen to your explanation, then get down on your knees and beg me."

Chad said as we all walked to our lockers which wasn't too far from each other. "I can't believe the explanation you're giving us," Sarah said honestly "please be honest with us, how exactly did this happen? How I don't understand!" "I also don't understand, I've told you what happened and Melody did too, I don't know what you guys want me to say." I opened my locker and brought out my Mathematics textbook and note for first period. "The truth! We want you to tell us the truth, was the whole I'm ugly fake and lies or is the whole I'm beautiful and hot lies?" I slammed my locker shut getting frustrated. We already had an handful of audience.

I wanted to scream. The microphones crackled as Liam began. His voice was smooth, rehearsed, but the fury underneath bled through. “This family does not answer to rumors. We are united. We stand against lies meant to destroy us.” Zane leaned into the mic, his smirk razor sharp. “Funny thing about lies—they’re usually born from truth. And maybe the truth isn’t what anyone thinks.” Gasps. Murmurs. The crowd rippled, hungry for blood. Liam’s glare could have burned holes through his brother. “Zane”

"Your younger sister claims you assaulted her when you were both younger. She further claims that recently, you attacked her husband without provocation." The words sank deep, but I refused to flinch. “I see,” I said, refusing to let my voice crack. "And do you know what happens when lies are repeated long enough?" The Guard frowned. "They become... believable." "They become convenient," I corrected. "Especially when the truth is ugly." Silence hung between us for a moment. "You want honesty?" I asked. "Then you will have it. All of it. Even the parts that will make you wish you hadn't asked."

"Relax, we're just pretending, remember?" He didn't reply, just watched me with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me, into the part of me that was starting to get lost in our performance. The cameras flashed, a strobe light of our perfect fairytale life. We were the "perfect couple," living a lie so grand it felt almost real. But behind the smiles and the designer clothes, we were two broken people with a secret that could destroy everything. Suddenly, a woman with a sleek blonde bob and a killer red dress approached. Her features were sharp and elegant, and I guessed she had some Western blood in her. She hugged Eavon tightly, her eyes sizing me up with an unnerving inten

Just like that. “What the hell…” I muttered. I stepped outside quickly, scanning the area. Nothing. No footsteps. No sound. Like she was never there. Except— The basket. I picked it up slowly, bringing it inside. Set it on the table. Something about this didn’t feel right at all I opened it carefully. Three notes. Of course. I grabbed the first one. Behind the truth, there is a lie. Behind reality, there is a shadow. Behind the shadow… there is only one choice.

My hands shook as I slowly started strumming a few different chords and paired them with the words I'd just said to my agent. It wasn't a ballad. It wasn't a love song. It was ugly. It was truth. Some of the prettiest songs are lies - the real ones, never get Grammys, never hit the Billboard number one spot, because they cause too much self-reflection. And nobody wants to admit to the ugly. Nobody. But I did. I'd admit it. I'd confess how dark my past was, I'd confess how she brought me into a light I didn't see possible, how the pleasure with her went beyond anything I'd ever experienced - surpassing my wildest imaginations.

The city slipped by outside dark storefronts, empty streets, the glow of distant traffic lights. “You know,” I said finally, my voice low, “our whole lives have been built on lies. My mother lied to protect me. Your father lies to control everyone. Rebecca lied to herself. And me I’ve been lying to myself since the day I met you.” Alex turned his head toward me, eyes glassy with pain. “How?” “Because I wanted to believe we could be normal. That love could fix everything. But nothing about this is normal.”

“Then… how can I know what’s real? How do I know you’re telling me the truth now?” Her hands trembled—not with weakness, but with controlled fury. “Because sometimes the truth isn’t clean. Sometimes it’s ugly, and it hurts, and it makes people doubt the ones they love the most. Maybe… maybe you’re ready for the ugly truth, maybe you’re not. But stop pretending everything is black and white!”