What Lies Between Us Novels & Stories

Me. “Coast guard’s coming,” I lied. Lily wasn’t getting help. You don’t come back from a cut neck and blue lips. But she needed the lie. So I gave it. She nodded once. Tiny. Then her eyes rolled back and she collapsed forward. Right into my arms. For the first time in 4 years, I didn’t feel empty. I felt tired. Curious. Angry that something could make me feel anything at all. Because the ocean gives. And the ocean takes. And today, it gave me her. Legs and all. And we still had no idea what she was. ---

“Just give me a minute.” Will squeezed my hand and got up. Things felt weird between us since we had both gotten out of prison. I couldn’t say what, but we both were struggling with what had happened. Before we had turned to each other in trying times, now we seemed to be distancing ourselves as if there was too much pain in being anything more than co-workers.

“For putting you in that position. For not respecting the boundaries. I shouldn’t have—” “Don’t be sorry,” Anne interrupted, surprising herself with her honesty. “I wanted that. I’m scared of wanting that, but I did. I do. The only thing I’m sorry about is that we were interrupted.” Jeff reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently, his thumb tracing circles on the back of her palm. “Then we figure this out together. Whatever this is, we figure it out. We take it slow if we need to, we navigate the complications, but we figure it out.”

Some lies can really hurt people. Then some lies are so well planned that they make it impossible to know what is true. Selena was just starting to understand that Marcus had not just lied to her five years ago. He had completely changed the way she saw things so much that she had spent half a decade living in the world he had created. The email was still on her phone screen as she sat in a hotel room in London. Protocol 7B Authorization Chain. Suppression Log – April 18.

Every breath between us filled the air with more questions I wasn’t sure I wanted answers to. He slid in next to me, tossed his jacket onto the back seat, and started the engine. Neither of us said anything for a full minute. I watched the streetlights blur as we drove. One after the other, flickering against the windshield like a heartbeat I couldn’t name. The question kept rising in me, quiet and poisonous. What is this? What were we doing? Were we hooking up? Dating? Something in-between? And did he know, or was he just riding whatever wave we were caught in, leaving the labels behind like they didn’t matter?

Ela nodded and went upstairs, leaving Black in the living room, watching a Korean drama. IT was almost midnight and Ela still can't sleep. She kept thinking about Win and his heart. She get it. With the abilities they have, a half dead person seems normal. But if she will go on telling them casually that yes, his heart isn't beating, they will flood her questions. Hows and whys are what she's avoiding to hear. Because that obviously includes telling them the past which she and Win is trying to forget. That includes telling them her ability. She sat on her bed and leaned on the headboard of her bed, staring at her glow in the dark beach scenery and galaxy paintings hanged on the wall. Seeing

"I love you." Maybe that's just how life works. Maybe everyone gets a happy ending. We just need to find the courage to make it to the end. END

But the thought of him discovering the depths of my heart felt dangerous; some truths were knives that could cut us apart. So we stayed there, two damaged people tangled in the fragile warmth of an embrace, each carrying our own secrets: two souls bruised by lies and betrayal, both standing at the edge of something that might heal — or break completely.

“Some girl. Her name popped up on his phone. He nearly broke his neck trying to hide it.” Anjola hissed through her teeth. “You’re kidding me.” “I wish I was” There was a pause, the kind that filled with unspoken things. “who do you think it is?” Charity swallowed hard. “It doesn’t matter who it is. The point is—he’s doing it again. After everything I’ve done for him.” Anjola hesitated. “You mean…the pregnancy?” Charity stiffened. “Yes, that.” The lie hung between them like a ghost neither of them wanted to touch.

What a perfect date to break up Darren. "I'm not lying, Darren. I really want to break up with you. I'm sorry." He recovered from his laughing fit. "Okay, now you can stop your lame attempt to make me believe in your lie." "I'm not lying," I said truthfully. "Brooke, this is not funny anymore. Stop lying. You're lying. You're lying. You're lying," he kept on repeating. "No, I'm not," I sighed. He stared at me for a long time. "You can't do that to me, Brooke. Why do you want to break up with me? What's wrong with me?"