Where The Lies Novels & Stories

John had agreed very quickly and said he respected my choice, and that he did not like kids either. However, that was a lie from him, too. My mother held my hand tightly and looked at me in concern. She seemed like she was afraid I would be touched by John’s flowery words. However, they had underestimated my courage. I stared at him calmly. “John, stop lying to me. No matter what you say, you’ve broken the vow of our marriage. It’s over between us. “I’ll send you divorce papers through my lawyer.” John kept shaking his head.

"Helena, your daughter died such a miserable death. "That day? Blake was with me, completely lost in it. I saw your call. "But I hung up. Then I turned off my phone. Are you angry?" The next second, her wrist tilted. Hot coffee splashed out, spilling directly over the portrait. Lily's smiling face blurred instantly. "Oh no, my hand slipped." Victoria covered her mouth in mock surprise, her eyes filled with malicious delight. The last thread of my restraint snapped. "You're just itching to die."

I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie." His hand hung in mid-air, then dropped as he tried to pull me close. "It's not what you think. I can explain." I pulled up the video and shoved it to his face. "This is why you bailed on me seven times, right?" I looked him in the eye. He held me, flustered. "I had my reasons." I waited for him to continue, curious about the reasons that had pushed him to marry Vivian behind my back and lie for three years.

His voice was full of conviction as he said, "Absolutely, I love you. We married for love, remember?" I stared back at him, a sarcastic smile playing on my lips as I said, "For the past three years, you had put me through hell. You flirted with one woman after another right in front of me, and you even slept with Macie while I watched. Is that what you call love?" Adrian scrambled to explain, saying, "All that was just an act. You're the one I have always loved. "Liliana, I lost my head and did things I shouldn't have. However, that's history. From here on out, it's just you. You're the only one I want to love."

His voice was low, furious, but it carried. “You did this,” he seethed, holding up one of the tabloids. “The lies, the photos, the fake emails—you planted it all.” Elise tilted her head, unbothered, her lips curling into a smile. “Prove it.” “Enough, Elise.” His voice thundered across the lobby, silencing the whispers. “You’re nothing to me. You’ve always been nothing. And if you ever come near Sienna again—”

How could someone be this handsome every single morning? “How are you this morning? Any pain?” Instead of saying no, I answered, “A lot.” I lied on purpose. And I hated lying. Let the record show: even lawyers who hate lies exist. “Hmm, you were doing fine yesterday. I was hoping you’d feel better today so we could go out and eat.” “I was feeling okay yesterday, but the pain got worse today.” “Let’s get it checked. I wonder why it suddenly got worse.” “Well… I made a sudden movement before I fell asleep. That’s when the pain started. But it’ll pass once I take some medicine. I already have an appointment next week.” These lies could pave a road to New York—whatever, Amber…

she said then looked at him, his eyes stared at her like they could see lies, she quickly looked away “You are lying” he said “God! You are so honest” she said it like it was to be hated “Isn’t that a good thing?” “Well it is… But in your case I don’t know what to say” “Don’t you lie?” she asked “Never happened… Why should I lie when I know the truth? Lies complicate things and you’d have to lie to protect a lie, it is like an onion, the layers never stop growing out” “Hmmmm… you are quite the smart ass” she reacted then stared at him for a while

No more lies, no more Ken, no more pretending I was okay. Then my phone buzzed on the bed, the screen lighting up like a cruel joke. I glanced over, and there it was—*Ken*. His name flashing, mocking me. My heart twisted, a fresh wave of rage burning through the sadness. More tears spilled, blurring the room. “You,” I whispered, my voice shaking, barely audible. “You’re the cause of all this, Ken.” My hands clenched, nails digging into my palms. He lied about Tasha, about his other wife, about everything. He left me in the dark, made me the fool, the pathetic wife who thought she could hold it together. And now he had the nerve to call? Where was he when I called him first?

I whisper. A simple lie that will turn into a fact when someone will going to believe it. As they said 'one hears is not always the version of reality- it's just funny how lies become inevitable with my life right now. It seems like if you wanted to do something you need to lie for you to get along with the changes in life. One lie and will create an illusion that everything is real. But how long will I able to live with these lies? Once it will all crashed down, everything will fade off and that's what I'm scared about.

People like him , who were monsters behind closed doors, always wanted to pretend to be saints in front of people. He cleared his throat and tried to look composed, "Last night at the party someone attacked me when I was looking for restroom". George said trying to dismiss this converstaion clearly lying about him trying to find restroom. It was fascinating to Sia how people like George could lie looking directly in someone's eyes, but she can't say much about it as she was not any better than those people. Everyone looked quite shocked after hearing that someone attacked George. Louis didn't want to look up and see George as he knew, he won't be able to control himself. So, he was playing w