Truth And Other Lies Novels & Stories

The one truth I can admit is that I traffic in falsehoods. People don’t want to hear the truth. They despise their reality so much that they’ll do anything to escape it, even if that escape is built on pretty lies and false promises. I realized this early on as a young cub, watching my father navigate the treacherous waters of pack politics with a silver tongue and a ready smile. It’s helped me survive the ruthless world of an Alpha countless times, kept me alive when honesty would have gotten me killed. The truth, the real, uncomfortable truth, is that lies sell like wildfire if you market them well enough. Package them in hope, wrap them in charisma, deliver them with conviction, and peopl

The pain of every bone in my body shattering was something I would never forget. No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't understand. I was clearly the heiress. The DNA test was flawless. So why was I still called a fraud? I tried to find an excuse to deny it. But Yvette didn't press me further. Instead, she said gently, "I understand you might feel resentful that Mr. and Mrs. Cox only came to find you now, but they only just discovered the truth themselves."

“To fake love and real chaos.” I raised mine, heart racing for reasons I didn’t want to examine. “To smashing Teslas and new beginnings.” “Clank.” We cheered our glasses together in agreement.

When I finally picked up, the first thing she said was, “Honey, I’m feeling really unwell today. Can you wire me two thousand dollars? I need to get more asthma medication.” Hearing her voice, a scoff surfaced in my heart. She had no idea I had uncovered her lies. She still thought I was the same gullible fool she could push around. If I sent her the money now, she would definitely use it to refill Derek’s medication. With that thought, I replied coldly, “I’m in the hospital. I don’t have money to send you.”

Hence, when John asked for money to improve Mary’s life, I never said no. For him to gain a respectable standing in the countryside, I managed to find a good job for him through my network. During holidays, I would transfer money to him to buy gifts for Mary. I was hoping to use materialistic goods to make up for my absence. However, I had not expected John to have lied to all sides. He had been using me as an excuse to Mary. He even coveted my money and did not share a single cent with Mary. Of course, John dared to do that because Mary loved him very much.

“Oh, so you’ve seen the papers, haven’t you?” “You said you were going to contact them to change it.” “I lied,” she answered carelessly. “You know, the same way you lied to Dylan Bass and told him my proposal was yours.” “That’s what this is about?” “What? You think I was just going to let you get away with pulling such a dirty trick? Of course, that’s what this is about? How does it feel to not be given the credit you deserve, Dominic? I bet it’s an amazing feeling.”

“Connor, do you think the only thing you stole from me was my eyes? After I went blind, you said you took away all my old paintings and materials so I wouldn’t be reminded of the past. But in reality, you gave them to June. The works that won her awards over the past two years were all copies of my paintings. Don’t tell me you didn’t know that. “What makes you think kneeling and shedding a few tears is enough for me to forgive you? You say you love me, but your love disgusts me.” Connor froze where he stood, his face turning paler and paler. “No… I didn’t know those paintings were copies of yours. She said she wanted to take a look, so I gave them to her. I really had no idea…” My eyes were

Perhaps, it was because the wind was blowing fog that had been in my mind for days. Eric's arms were giving me the perfect amount of warmth. I didn't move, simply I didn't have the strength to pry him away. "You know whenever I try to do things right. Everything gets messed up." He started saying. "Because instead of truth, you always take support of lies," I told him in between. "Maybe you are right. But I get scared. Truth makes everything different" My hair flew at his face. He tried to keep them away. "Truth might make things difficult but lies ruins everything forever," I told him whatever I felt like. Lies can certainly make you happy at times but the truth is eternal. It will come out

A thing that was simply true about you. She had promised this. She looked at the territory and felt the promise keeping itself. "Tell me what you're thinking," Cain said. "The stories," she said. "What are we going to tell them?" He was quiet for a moment. "The truth," he said. "That we were afraid for a long time and we stopped being afraid and then we were afraid again and we kept going anyway." "That's not a very heroic story," she said. "No," he said. "It's a true one."

"I only speak when asked, my lord." "So obedient." He was toying with me. He studied me. Long. Slow. No expression. Then he stood and began circling “You know what I find fascinating about truth?” he said casually. “It doesn’t scream. It whispers. It slips into rooms and poisons everything with its silence.” He stopped behind me. “But lies… oh, lies have weight.” I said nothing. He stepped in front of me again. Held up a blackened piece of cloth. My cloak.