Where The Lies Novels & Stories

his reply confused me because his tone didn’t held any anger or sadness He somehow understood my expressions and replied to my unasked question “ yes a little disappointed but not angry at all because it was my choice to marry her not hers so I should accept her with all her secrets.” “ Secrets…..huhhh they were lies” I sneered “ No Night. Lieing is assertion that is believe to be false. But they never lied. They just didn’t tell the truth. Try to put yourself in their shoes. What would your thoughts be if you get switched into an unknown person’s body in an unknown world? according to you Sandra was switched on wedding Night. Just think how much she would be sacred being married to an unkno

A Web of Secrets, Desires, and Billion-Dollar Deals . Rubi leaned in closer, ready to reveal the hidden truths that could change everything they thought they knew about Lloyd. She smiled mischievously, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mystery. "Oh, Savita, there are things about Lloyd that would make your head spin. Let's say he has more skeletons than anyone could imagine in his closet. But rest assured, my dear, those secrets will never see the light of day."

She could feel the wetness of his spit on her all over again and with every repeat it was worse. “Wanna talk about it?” Indi asked as she got up and moved to sit beside the fireplace. “No.” Lisa replied not looking at her. “A problem shared is a problem halved.” lyra said cheerfully and lisa glared at her. “I used to have nightmares.” Indi said. “I was at Eastden.” lyra gasped at the name but lisa didn’t react. “It was an awful battle.” lyra explained to lisa. “So many people died…” she stopped talking as she looked at Indi’s blank face.

Adrian’s hand slid from her back to her waist, tightening just slightly, guiding her upward as though she might stumble without him. At the top, he stopped again and turned to her, his expression unreadable. “Do you know what I hate most in this world?” She shook her head, her voice caught in her throat. “Lies,” he said simply. His thumb grazed her lower lip, almost tender, almost reverent. “Even the smallest ones. They poison everything. Don’t ever think you can feed me one and go unseen.” Jannah swallowed hard, her breath shaky. “I understand.”

Then I remembered the happenings of the previous night. Him tearing my sleeves, forcing me, my pleadings, everything. Then I realized that he had raped me. I have been tortured again. Why can't God let me live happily? I felt a little pain in my chest. How could he rape me? Did my tears not affect him? Is he so heartless? Why did he do this to me? Why am I in this situation? Why me? He not only raped my body, but he raped my soul too. After what he did yesterday, I will always hate him. I thought he was not like those businessmen who only think about their profit, but no, I was wrong. All men are the same. They think about themselves. I can't believe he is such a heartless criminal. It's m

The air above it shimmered, rippling like heat haze, but cold radiated out in waves. Kye hesitated at the edge. “Is it safe?” “No,” I said. “But it’s true.” Finnick glanced at me. “We still don’t know what’s down there.” “Yes,” I replied. “We do.” They looked at me, waiting. I stared down into the dark. “It’s the origin of the lie,” I said. “The place where I was first unwritten. Where something took pieces of me and scattered them across the leyline like broken glass.”

She could say no, and add one more lie to the tower of them she had built, the tower she was raising her daughter to live inside. She had promised herself, over the coin, that she would not add the worst of the lies. But this was not the worst of the lies. This was a lie that kept the child alive one more morning. And Maren had learned, five years ago in the wet bracken, exactly where the line ran between the lies you tell to wound and the lies you tell to protect. She had built a life in the second country. She was not going to apologise for it now, not even to herself.

He can hear Evan saying that men who only like him when nobody is watching do not become safer because they look wounded. He asks anyway. “Can a man lie for so long that the lie becomes easier than the truth?” Adrian does not move. The restaurant continues around them. Forks touch plates. A server speaks softly near the bar. Somewhere behind Julian, a woman laughs at something that has nothing to do with them. At their table, the question remains open. Adrian looks at the recorder. Then at Julian. They both know this is no longer only for the article. “Yes,” Adrian says quietly.

Ashley teased, pointing at Garnet. Garnet simply smiled, while John cleared his throat awkwardly. "Okay… maybe this year," he said hesitantly. Garnet turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. He had no choice. He had to lie. "That’s settled then! I’ll call Esmeralda later—I have good news for her!" Diana said excitedly. Then, the unexpected happened. "I don’t want to get pregnant." The room fell into silence. All three of them turned to look at Garnet.

But when she thought about it later, as she lay nestled in his arms in her bed, she thought that telling lies and telling the truth had a few things in common. She'd learned that if you told one lie, then you were pretty much guaranteed to have to tell another one to explain or justify or cover up that first lie. Then a third lie, to protect the first two lies. Then a fourth, to shore things up and to keep the house of lies from falling down. And on and on, lie after lie, until it was like a snowball barreling on down a hill. You told one lie and then you couldn't stop telling more of them.