Where The Lies Novels & Stories

"I would've thought that out of everyone, you'd be the one most against my decision to remain concealed. You do hate liars after all." "Yes, but there is lying to hurt others, and lying for the greater good, and this decision will no doubt be for the latter. Not to mention, you're not technically lying to them, you're just not telling them everything. It's not like anyone has actually asked whether you're Kalani Ivashkov yet."

I now get why Becca is shaking her head and making faces at me. “Yah! That’s what people do when they get to work late. Even school kids are able to come up with ridiculous things like a my homework ate my dog,” he says shaking his head. “I would have to think of a different lie everyday then, Sir,” I say. Becca shakes her head. I am obviously terrible at this. What they all don’t know is I am actually a pro in lies. I grew up in a secretive mafia environment with deadly lies. I don’t see the point of lying about such minor, non life-threatening things.

Nagkibit siya ng balikat ang nag-iwas ng tingin. I pursed my lips before I spoke. "How I wish, it didn't came this far." "This is better, Elie than to leave in lies. We all played with lies and finally, the time has come." He muttered and looked at me seriously. "It's so hard to live in lies, everyday Elie and I couldn't even tell it to you." He added and his tears fell.

I desperately wanted her to tell me the truth but I'm not expecting her to be completely honest with me because it would make it obvious that their story wasn't exactly normal but I still wanted to hear her say something because I believe that in every lie, there's always an iota of truth. She cleared her throat almost as if she was deep in thought and I waited patiently for her to start explaining to me. "I honestly don't know how I'm supposed to start the entire story to you but I guess I have to start from somewhere," she said. "You can feel free to start the story from wherever you like, Anna. If you don't remember the beginning you can choose to start from the middle or start from the e

The little baby comes all swaddled and you get to sit in bed all day and rock the baby to sleep. My parents lied. A sting in my chest let me know I was right. It was the same sting when mom was lying to me about going home and letting me come back. They withheld information from me; they told me things that were untrue. Why couldn’t I tell when they were lying when I was at home? I only feel those lies now. “That was so dry,” Parisa groaned. “Get to the good stuff,” she waved her hands in a shooing motion. “Maybe Ares should teach the lesson. I bet he would be hilarious,” she snickered.

I drop the gun. "What now?" Liam looks at me, his eyes hollow. "Now," he says. "We become the virus." The drone opens fire. The trees around us shatter. "Run," I say. But there’s nowhere left to run. "Aiden," Liam whispers. "Yes?" "I lied." "About what?" "Everything." I look at him. "I didn't watch you in the courtyard." "I wrote you there." "And I'm still writing you." I stop. The world stops.

Friday, I think. One step at a time. One performance at a time. One lie at a time, until the lies start to feel like the truth.

“I found this in the east wing, at the other end of the house. You were there. Now the question is what were you doing?” Panic filled her eyes and her heart thundered just like it always did when she was about to tell a lie. “ I was restless, I couldn't sleep. So I just wandered round the house.” He moved closer to her, his voice low and dangerous. “Do you know what I hate the most, Leah?” “I don't know…People?” “Close… people that lie.” His lips curled into a smile. “I hate liars.” “Well, I'm not one.”

he prompted as he swept me into his arms and off the bed. To Be Continued. Author’s note: Lies, Lies, And More Lies. So Many Lies It Has Gotten Really Hard To Tell The Truths Away From The Lies. What Are The Truths? When Are We Going To Learn The Truths? Stay tuned to find out.

Just to see it clearly. When I was done, I stared at the screen for a long time. “This can’t last,” I whispered. Because lies don’t just sit quietly. They demand payment. And soon, someone would collect.