Where The Lies Novels & Stories

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

Somewhere beneath all the lies. Somewhere waiting to come back.

“I carried it quietly because it felt easier than admitting how much it hurt. I didn’t want it to become my whole story, nor did I want anyone’s pity.” Silence fell between them again until Nathaniel spoke, his voice lowered, unhurried, carrying an authority that made Serena listen. “It explains the scars on your ankles, the burn on your hand, and how you were always on edge around your parents. Serena, do you realize you chose to lie to me?" Serena looked away. Yes, it was true. When Nathaniel had asked her about her scars, she had lied. Back then, she said: “I burned myself while learning how to cook.”

Slowly but smoothly, the car pulled into the driveway and parked at a spot which was meant for vehicles which belonged to visitors. The car engine turned off and Maren took a deep breath, trying to contain the massive amount of anxiety she was feeling right now. What if he really was lying? What if they'd never met, and that was just a forged copy of the locket? But why would he lie? Just to get her? Or was he some undercover agent trying to ruin her? More importantly, who exactly was the man in particular? All these questions ran through her mind as she stepped out of the vehicle and headed with calculated steps towards the massive and elegantly designed building.

But before I could see my mother in my dream, I saw Jack instead. He looked exhausted, his eyes red as he grabbed my arm. “I knew you weren’t dead. Why did you lie to me?” As he spoke, his voice softened. “Do you know I’ve been going crazy trying to find you? Come on, you’re coming home with me.” He was strong, and I struggled hard. “Let go of me!” “No way. You’ve faked your death to deceive me and Cameron. Can you not act so childishly all the time?”

Was I nothing but a pawn in her sick and twisted game? Unsure of what to do, I decided to look at her. Her eyes have shifted to the ground as her tears drip onto the cement. Initially, I cursed her for making me fall in love with her. As I watched her eyes throughout her big reveal, I noticed one important detail. Her eyes dart everywhere but me as though she can't even look at me. Or as if she's lying. When someone lies, they look to the right- away from the person they're lying to. It is difficult for someone lying to look the other person in the eye. It's a subconscious reaction, as we don't want to see how the other person reacts to our blatant lie.

Lies, Betrayal. And nothing.

She forgot that live streams leave records, and so do lies. New York is not kind to lies. It simply lets them climb high enough that the fall makes a sound. Tomorrow morning. Release it after she speaks again.

What the hell? This can’t be! I’m probably seeing wrong, they just look alike. I gulped, looking away. “Are you okay?” Frank whispered close to me, his hand gently rubbing my palm. I slowly looked at him, forcing a smile on my face. “Of course.” I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. “I just hurt my nail,” I lied, picking up my purse while avoiding looking at him. “Uncle Frank!” The young man cheered, walking towards us, my body shook from his presence, I could feel the hair on my skin rise in both excitement and fear.