Where The Lies Novels & Stories

“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.

She looked almost too tempting for words. "No, really! He saw our contract!" I insisted. "What contract?" she asked, still half-dressed, clearly not buying it. "The fake marriage agreement! The one Mr. Booth had us sign! He kept it on his computer, and Mrs. Booth saw it on his computer!" I blurted out in frustration. "Fake marriage?" Tracy's voice was sharp with disbelief. "Wait, are you telling me we have a fake marriage?" "Are you really this clueless? Stop pretending like you didn't know! Did you think we were really married? Did you forget we're just playing a role here?" I was starting to lose patience.

I lied right through my tongue. “Yeah, you gym? You despise exercise and of all places you decide to gym, you choose the Clint resort?” he questioned, his grey eyes unwavering to my lies. “Well it was a gift and what are you so pissed off anyway, it's not like you care about me right?”

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.

I sniffed his perfume from a distance, it was one of the most expensive he had in his collection. “Why are you acting so nervous?” He asked, his voice trembling and diminished. I was actually trying to figure out if that was true or not, as I stood so dumbfounded and stared at him, without a single word. “Are you being serious right now? why aren’t you even talking to me, Ana?” He inquired again. “Um, I think I would have to drink some water, I feel thirsty, even before you came,” That was a blatant lie though, and I knew he wouldn’t believe me, but who was he to detect what I was up to since he wasn’t telepathic?.

" Reynold fell silent instantly, sliding down the wall until he sat helplessly on the floor. Brian crouched beside him and patted his shoulder. He said, "I've known you both for years, and I've witnessed everything Adrianna has done for you. Five years ago, when your company's funding dried up and debt collectors came after you, she stepped in front of them. Without her, they would have torn you apart. He continued, "Later, she went around securing sponsorships, drinking and entertaining business executives until she had ulcers—and she never told you about it. "But what about you? Look at what you've done—which of your actions has shown any appreciation for her sacrifices? Think about this t

I think they bought that lie. “So in a nutshell, the first engagement the pact said is on between you two.” Jake says. “Something like that.” I sip my drink, hiding my frustration. I'm not a good liar; my clothes are almost soaked from sweat from just telling a few lies. How do those that tell lies for a living survive? “Our guy is engaged!” Jake and Joe chorus while clapping and cheering with their wine cups. “Keep your voices low, guys. Have you forgotten we are in Evergreen?”

“Careful, Lucien.” Lucien didn’t even look his way. Camera flashes bounced off the glass at the end of the hall. Reporters’ voices carried up the stairwell. “Is it true the hospital falsified records?” “Was there a cover-up?” “Is this about the Cole family trial scandal?” Her stomach flipped. This wasn’t private anymore. Her grief had become a headline. Lucien leaned in, barely above a whisper. “If you don’t trust me, fine. But trust this—Daniel doesn’t want the truth clean. He wants it to blow up.”