Truth And Other Lies Novels & Stories

It tasted of absolutely nothing except mayonnaise. I sat staring out at the darkness rushing past the window while random thoughts kept nudging at the edges of my exhaustion. Missing pieces. New pieces. No pieces at all. There were lies so small they hardly mattered, the sort you could choose to believe or ignore without consequence. Then there were lies that looked harmless on the surface but carried enormous ramifications underneath. And sometimes deception wasn’t about what somebody said—it was about what they deliberately left unsaid. Jock’s lies always hovered dangerously close to the truth.

Hannah’s POV: Lies never hold still for long. When light cuts through the constructed walls of lies, the structure crumbles, the mask falls off, and the truth is laid bare. Nothing is hidden under the sun. And the thing with lies is that they are infectious for the ones who tell them; they spread like poisonous vines. They find themselves building up more lies to cover up for their previous lies. But it gets to a point when the dam fills up so much it begins to pour out, all the lies flooding out in all their sinful glory.

The thunder rolled, low and guttural, as if the heavens themselves had overheard his declaration. For Benedict, truth had always been overrated. He had learned long ago that lies, when dressed properly, were sharper than any blade, more poisonous than any vial, and deadlier than any bullet. Truth was rigid, unyielding. Lies could bend, twist, take shape like smoke until they suffocated their target.

he prompted as he swept me into his arms and off the bed. To Be Continued. Author’s note: Lies, Lies, And More Lies. So Many Lies It Has Gotten Really Hard To Tell The Truths Away From The Lies. What Are The Truths? When Are We Going To Learn The Truths? Stay tuned to find out.

Across from me sat Caius in the most generic caveman position of all time—legs spread and elbows rested on his thighs. Alright, I was being dramatic, but it was only because he’d been watching me for an entire hour now and one more second of being locked under those golden eyes and I’d lose it. Finally, I broke the quiet. “I don’t understand any of this.” I traced the edge of the book with my fingertips, “Every time I think I’m finally getting somewhere, the ground shifts beneath me. First it was the secret cabin which just turned out to be a shelter for homeless people, then the secret lover who was just her fucking orthodontist. Her gay orthodontist, mind you. Then there’s the friends who

, he normally continues to take sips from his coffee after pissing the hell out of me. Why the fuck did I react? "Your case is strange, indeed", he says. "This is the first time when the truth isn't supporting me. You know the truth is my biggest weapon. I have always believed that each truth has at least one lead. Even if a lie has ten leads to take on, just one lead from the truth is enough to beat ten leads of a lie", he intensely looks into my eyes while grunting. It gives chills down my spine. My throat feels dry. I gulp down and look away from his eyes.

Then I remembered the happenings of the previous night. Him tearing my sleeves, forcing me, my pleadings, everything. Then I realized that he had raped me. I have been tortured again. Why can't God let me live happily? I felt a little pain in my chest. How could he rape me? Did my tears not affect him? Is he so heartless? Why did he do this to me? Why am I in this situation? Why me? He not only raped my body, but he raped my soul too. After what he did yesterday, I will always hate him. I thought he was not like those businessmen who only think about their profit, but no, I was wrong. All men are the same. They think about themselves. I can't believe he is such a heartless criminal. It's m

I replied with a shrug. "Let's just say that I'm curious because I'm bored and also because anybody could be interested in hearing how two lovers met and since I don't have anything else that I'm doing with my time, I just want to listen to a story about how you met him. So, will you tell me or are you going to ask me to mind my business?" I asked. I desperately wanted her to tell me the truth but I'm not expecting her to be completely honest with me because it would make it obvious that their story wasn't exactly normal but I still wanted to hear her say something because I believe that in every lie, there's always an iota of truth.

Darien paused, as if anticipating her question, his gaze falling to the floor. He dropped his legs, smiled at her, and nodded, preparing to answer her question. “I… I am not who you think I am,” he explained, his voice barely above a whisper as he scratched his scalp awkwardly. “ There is something I have not been truthful about, but I will not tell you what it is until the time comes. We have only just met, so I do not think it is a good idea to start spilling such personal information. It is up to you to decide whether you should trust me in the meantime."

At least I wouldn't have to witness their happy family of four and smell that nauseating mixture of scents. Memories flooded back like an uncontrolled tide. Alex and I had met when we were nobody special. I had supported him through his journey from an unknown programmer to a leading figure in the field of AI. For ten years, we had been the soulmates everyone in our circle envied. The first time, he was drugged by a business rival and slept with Brooke, who was just an intern then. He called me immediately, his voice shaking. "Em, I was set up! I swear on my integrity that this was the only time! I've handled everything cleanly. She'll never appear before us again!"