Where The Lies Novels & Stories

"When I handed Jil over to you, you promised to love and protect her. Have you forgotten? Only a few years in, and this is what we get! We may be old, but we're not dead!" Harvey dared not cry out in pain and only grunted softly every time the spatula struck. He wanted to explain himself, only to open his mouth and close it again. "Just go. We don't want you getting hurt and blaming it on us later." Holding the spatula, Dad was about to close the door when Harvey, who had stayed silent the whole time, lunged forward and jammed his hand in the frame. "Please, let me talk to Jilian. I have something to tell her. I know that I've messed up, and I'm here to make things right. Please let me talk

Full of lies. ***

Liar Turns out, they’re right! My whole existence is a lie, and I’m slowly, day by day, failing to remember what the truth is. The whole truth. Standing at the edge of the bridge, I breathe heavily. There are signs of storm coming. One strong blow of the wind and I know I will fall off this bridge. It’s dark tonight, not like any other night. It’s clouded, pitch-black, causing gloom. The busy street seems to have free time, all I hear are the sirens wail from afar, but no cars, nor people pass by. Perfect, isn’t it? I quit. I’ve had enough of everything. And even if I try now, telling truths and setting things right, it’s too late for me. Too late for the person I’ve become.

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.

“They don’t normally lie. No matter how much trouble they get into.” “Me … I would spin a narrative so fast your brain would pop. Not them.” “Seriously? They never lie?” I ask, post-inhale, still trying to get oxygen back into my system. That’s unnatural. Doesn’t everyone lie? It’s human nature. “Nah,” Mel says with a pop of her lips. “They hate lies. Like it gives them hives. Or flashbacks. Or tummy aches.” Her face turns flat as a pancake on a cold plate. “Honestly, it’s like they’re afraid of it.”

Laurel suddenly said in a gloomy tone, "And then you'll be the heiress of a rich family, and the three of us will still be poor." I promised them immediately, "Don't worry. I'll make it worth your while. Enough talking. First, we make them tell us where my real parents are." The three of them tied up the fake parents again. To keep them from escaping this time, they tied them extra tight. Then, they splashed water on them to wake them up. "Talk! Where did you hide my parents?" I demanded. At first, the three of them stayed stubbornly silent. I didn't waste words. If they didn't talk, I shocked them. In the end, they couldn't take it anymore and finally told the truth.

"Where are you right now?" "Joselton! Didn't I tell you? I went on a business trip!"

“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.”

The entirety of South City had witnessed our love. On our wedding day, he swore on God, "Lia, I'll never betray you, and I'll never hurt you." And yet, in the end, he did both. Suddenly, I felt so, so tired… I lay on the floor the whole night, my mind never stopped resting. When morning came, I made my decision. I called my father, Midas Medina. "Dad, Medina Group is expanding its business in Lumiere City lately, right? I want to go there for a while, to learn and see how things work."

“Then why does it look like you? Why does it sound like you?” “Because someone wants me destroyed,” Montez bit out, his voice low and feral. “And they’ve mastered the art of lies.” “It’s as if they’re all popping out of thin air.” She swallowed hard. “The exposé… the testimonies…” He scoffed, his lip curling. “Fabrications. Paid mouths and forged documents. They think they can bury me with rumors.” She clutched her phone tighter, the screen still showing headlines. MONSTER IN A SUIT: WOMEN SPEAK OUT.