Where The Lies Novels & Stories

Elara POV I used to think lies were loud. I thought they came with shouting. With denial. With anger, you could see and fight. I was wrong. The most dangerous lies are quiet. They live inside prayers. Inside lullabies. Inside traditions, no one questions. They hang in the sky every night, calm and beautiful, pretending to be harmless. Like the Moon. I felt it as we left the hidden archive. Not watching me with eyes. Watching me with memory.

Our voices are whispers because the other person's in the room are not meant to be involved in this discussion. My eyes never leave his. “There's nothing wrong Dad”. My eyes are starting to get misty and my voice is a little high-pitched. A clear indication that I am lying to him. I might be an expert at lying but whenever I lie to this man, I cannot keep it all together. It's like he can see through all the lies. He can see the real me underneath this mountain of falsehood.

“So I misunderstood that this guy is your friend. And I misunderstood that you guys are engaged and want to get married. And I'm sure I got it wrong, too, that you were just lying to me the whole time.” She held up her hands in a soothing manner. "I didn't lie to you..." "No, you didn't," he interrupted, his tone now caustic. 'You just kept a few things secret, that's something else entirely, of course. A little secret here, a little swindle there—none of that bad.” “Let me at least explain how it happened,” she pleaded desperately. "Well, I'm really looking forward to it. What are you going to tell me this time?" He smiled cynically: "You can skip that, you don't seriously expect that I'll

Expressing her excitement about Friday. All lies, of course. But that was fine. I’d been lying too. Two liars circling each other. But I held all the cards. I always win in the end. Always.

“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.

“Since you’re already going, how about I tell you a little secret?” She smiled and leaned close to my ear. “That cornea of yours... was actually given to me.” My fingers froze in place, and Joanna looked even more smug. “Surprised? Your husband and son teamed up to deceive you, all for me.” “To be honest, Laura, if I ended up like you, I’d have bashed my own head in already.” She tore open my deepest wound without mercy, and though I remained expressionless, my fingers were digging into my palm.

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.

“What’s going on? You’ve been in here a while.” “Well, Xavier was just letting me know dinner was wrapping up.” The lie rolled off my tongue before I could think, and I managed a small smile to make it more convincing. “I was also lost in our little discussion that I lost track of time.” Frank looked at me for a moment like he found something blue in what I said and then Xavier, I couldn’t read the plain expression he had, it was the kind of look that made you think he had some suspicious thoughts. My pulse hammered in my ears but I held his gaze, kept my shoulders lose and held on to the smile.

Liesa couldn’t help but laugh at Nina’s expression. She flashed a grin, her eyes sparkling. “What? You don’t believe me?” “Do you expect me to believe such nonsense?” Nina sneered. “You’re shameless, lying like that just to cover your tracks.”