Truth And Other Lies Novels & Stories

I loved him in a way that made me want to rewrite the rules I’d lived by. And that was the beginning of the end. Chapter Five: The First Lie (POV: Alexandra Vaughn) They say the truth sets you free. But in my experience, the truth only sets you on fire and the people around you burn first. After that night at Damian’s penthouse, I told myself it was nothing. A flicker. A moment. A glitch in judgment that meant less than a heartbeat. But lies have a rhythm. Once you tell one, your pulse starts to sync with it.

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

More like, interested in her blue eyes. “That’s a dangerous word.” “No one ever needs it.” She shrugged again. A certain imagination crossed my mind — my damn wet T-shirt clinging to her body, her nipples…. Murmurs from the class pulled me back. “Lies betray. They destroy trust. When the truth comes out, it always does…the damage is worse.” I said, continuing the argument. “That means the truth is owed,” she replied with a tick of her tongue. “Not all truth belongs to everyone.”

Not broken. But close. “Bella… I mean—your Highness.” The title felt wrong now. Empty. Like everything else. “We’re not the only two running,” he said quietly. “Not anymore.” I swallowed hard, wiping my face—but the tears didn’t stop. “Hiding the truth…” he continued, stepping closer. “The truth and the lies behind love…” A small shake of his head. “There are always lies behind the truth.” I let out a shaky breath. “What are you saying?” I whispered.

He would have never thought he'd find himself being intrigued by her choice of words and explanation and at that moment, he knew something had changed and his thoughts about her changed. He couldn't explain how he felt but he felt something different for her and it definitely felt weird. "You mean the stories we hear now are not false?" He asked. "Of course, not completely. Behind every lie, there is always an atom of truth. This means, the story we hear is not entirely false but both packs could have changed it in a way that would favour them." She tells him. "So what do we do? What's the next step in confirming all of this?" He asked.

“A good one. Scary and convincing. But it’s built on lies. It’s built on painted bones and poisoned wells. It’s fragile.” He leans forward, his breath hot against my ear. “Truth is slower than fear, Kieran. Fear is a wildfire, it burns fast and hot. But truth is a river. It takes time. It carves the stone slowly. But in the end, the river always wins.” I listen to him. I want to believe him. But the irony tastes bitter in my mouth. Vorlag is using the appearance of truth to destroy us. “What if the river dries up before it cuts through the stone?” I ask.

"I've lied so much to him, Robin. I could write a book on it. I could title it 'A Thousand Lies'." Robin was silent for a moment, her gaze thoughtful. "Then maybe it's time to write a new book, Stassie," she said, her voice soft. "Maybe it's time to write 'A Thousand Truths'." The prospect of confessing the truth to Eden filled me with dread. How would he perceive me knowing that I had lied? I had lied to him through my words and thoughts, and even lied to myself. The most significant lies were the ones I cloaked myself in, the ones I convinced myself were true.

22 November 2013 Telling the untruth is fundamentally a chronic human phenomenon. No other life-form comes close to simulating such erratic behaviour. Lies, of all colors and sorts, are merely mechanisms to avert otherwise precarious situations. It could be traced on our ceaseless resolve to save ourselves from disgraceful circumstances or to shield us from further nuisances. But just like a snow ball, a handful of lies that has gained enough momentum might just be enough to cause an avalanche and a succession of unfortunate events. It could instigate conflicts and hostilities then wars, sinkholes and landslides from earthquakes and even blizzards and storm surges from typhoons among others.

“Your turn?” I thought long and hard about what I was going to say. My life is pretty plain, and I was sure he knew most about it, but here goes nothing. “I love sushi; I have gone to another country; and I have kissed a co-worker before.” Alex's eyes widened so much as he heard the last sentence that they threatened to remove his socket, but he took a deep breath to calm himself. “You were supposed to say three truths and a lie.” “I know, but I ran out of the truth.” That even seemed to alarm him more, and I could see the wheels spinning in his head. But he was decent enough to hold off whatever he was going to say, and he thought hard about it.

"How can you be sure that she is okay? How did you know that she can handle it? Everything you've said were all lies. Explain properly. The truth... I don't care whether it's confidential or not. Explain it." The hunters, the people from the Monitoring Department, Mr. Ambrose, and President Carlton were all silent for a minute. The Organization President closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again and he sighed. He knew that he had no choice, but to tell them the truth, especially when Hunter Max was in this state. President Carlton knew that things would be bad if he continued to lie, he saw Hunter Max in this state in the past. It was when he lost the woman he loved.