Two Truths One Lie Novels & Stories

I saw Heather lingering off to the side and considered leaving, but when she didn’t so much as throw a glance my way, I decided to join the circle. “The game is called Lies and Truths,” one of the students said. “We’ll go around the circle, and each person will pick another random person to make an assumption about; if the assumption is correct, then the person who was picked will drink. If the assumption is incorrect, then the person who asked the question will drink. I’ll go first.” The student’s eyes wandered the circle before she landed on another girl. “Melissa… You secretly watch your hot neighbor when he goes out to get the mail,” she said with a grin.

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

She said and he rolled his eyes. “Okay, I will say three things, two of them will be a lie and one will be true.” She said and he nodded in response. “So, I like Bryan, I love you, I love my life.” “What is the truth? What is the lie?” “You liking Bryan is a truth, the other two are a lie.” “Why do you keep getting it? And don't tell me it is because you are a vampire or a demon.” “Just a lucky guess.” He replied and she smiled.

“You’re serious?” “As a board meeting. Two truths and a lie. We each say three things about ourselves. Two are true, one’s a lie. The other person guesses.” I gave her a skeptical look. “This is your grand morale boost?” She grinned. “Trust me, you’ll forget your existential crisis by round two.” I sighed, pretending to be reluctant, but sat up straighter. “Fine. You go first.” She sat forward, eyes dancing. “Okay. One—I once got mistaken for Rihanna’s cousin in Monaco. Two—I know how to fly a small plane. Three—I’ve never eaten sushi.”

My husband consoled me asking me to confide in him. "what is it that you're not telling me? You've not done this b4 have u?" he asked "Iiii... hhaaave" i replied stuttering. "yet u can't even prove it? Why are u lying? Tell me the truth Ifeoma." he said. The moment he called me with my full name I knew he was serious. I had no choice so I told him the truth. Yes the Ifeoma that makes mouth about s** has no experience. "I'm sorry" I said to him. That was how it all went on our wedding night o..

She asked him. "A game?" "Yes, two truths and a lie. Do you want to play?" "It sounds interesting, let's go." He nudged her with his head. "How does it work, though?" "I will tell you three things and you will figure out which ones are the truth and the lie." She explained. "What if I don't get the truth, will I have to tell what the truth is later on?"

AVA DUVAL Wrapped around a blanket with a cup of chocolate in hand, this was the best time to get answers to some questions I had been meaning to ask. Ethan sat beside me, his eyes observing my every move. He cocked his head to the side, raising a brow in curiosity. “Two truths and a lie?” He asked. I shrugged. “It's just some stupid game where we ask each other questions and one of them must be a lie. You don't have to tell me if it's the truth or a lie, that's left for us to guess on our own,” I explained.

I thought things would stay the same, but nothing ever did. Harvey kept talking, recalling memory after memory, and I never realized how much we'd been through. His memory was so sharp that he remembered things I'd long forgotten, and a few of them even made me laugh. We had done so many silly things as a couple back then—covering an entire wall in the study with photo booth strips, burying a time capsule under the ancient tree back home, coming up with a list of "100 Things All Couples Must Do", and buying matching outfits that were ultimately left in the closet.

Full of drives. Full of lies.

All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie. When Noah graduated college, I cried harder than I had in years. He got a job in New York big lights, big stage, big world. I packed his bags and kissed his forehead. “Call me every Sunday,” I said, fighting tears. He hugged me so tightly that I almost broke and told him everything. But I didn’t. Months passed. Then one Sunday, his voice sounded different. “Mom… I met someone. Well, not like that. A man. Older. He hired me. We talk a lot.”