Why To Lie Novels & Stories

"I thought I already explained why I lied to you, Xante. Don't you think you should forgive me since I did it out of love?" Xante looked coldly at him. "No! Lying is lying. You shouldn't use love as an excuse." Sunny pouted. "But there are different kinds of lies… Please don't be angry anymore. I promise I won't lie to you about something like this again." Xante scoffed. "Hmph! So that means you'll lie to me about something else?" "Yeah… I mean what if I want to prepare a surprise for you after we get married? Of course I need to lie to you then, right? I mean, white lies can make our relationship better at times."

I ask him. "You know you shouldn't ask, that goes without saying. Just hope this girl is worth all the risk." Anthony replies. I sigh, "For a liar, she is not. But, it is my fault she is in that position." I bitterly state. Anthony exhales before he responds, "Sometimes people lie to protect us." "Or to protect themselves." I spit. "Either way, it is bad thing for a good reason." Anthony tries to justify and get more agitated. There is no excuse for lying.

"I don't understand." "There was no way I could've had been with anyone by 6 pm that day because by 5:49 pm I was already outside your house, and by 6 pm I already sent you a text that I was waiting." Shit, I cursed mentally as it started to dawn on me. "Why?" I asked him "Why what?" "Why did you lie? Why not just say the truth?" "The truth? That I had never been with a woman before? I couldn't. So I said what could save me and not get you hurt at the same time."

" He gave his chin gentle strokes. "But why?" I couldn't fathom why anyone would choose to be deliberately so wicked. "No one knows. But we could." He snaked an arm around my shoulder, "why was the liar gas created?" "So people wouldn't be able to lie?" I answered sincerely. He just gave a little laugh and leaned forward to kiss me, "what do you say to being superheroes again?" He asked after pulling away. "I say, I do." I smiled against his neck.

I keep on silent for a while, I sighed and speak up. " He died because everything in this world is a lie. This world lied and everyone in it is a lier. " I explained. My words really gives me an unidentified emotion. I'm mad! Really mad! " You know, Alexia. People just lie to protect themselves against pain. Lying is always a form of control. Some people are pathological liars, having learned that they get a rush from manipulating others with lies. But most people lie when they are afraid of the consequences of telling the truth. "

I had to die right now to seek justice for my family’s untimely demise. I reached into a drawer and took out a blank sheet of paper and a pen to write a letter to Aunt Lucia. I had to inform them I would leave and would not be returning anymore so that I would not irk them about my immediate ascension. I’d tell a falsehood if it meant not encroaching with my nefarious scheme. If it meant lying to protect people from becoming suspicious and infuriated, I’d do it. I know they will castigate me for hiding the truth, but I just did it for the good deeds. I believe that lying is not bad if I do it for the immense betterment of everybody.

Without him, the room feels heavier, the silence louder. “No, no,” I lied without hesitation, my voice sounding far too casual. Another tiny notch added to my silent chart of half-truths and unspoken feelings. I hate that I have to lie about things I shouldn’t need to hide. We love each other—so why is there this unspoken rule to keep it in the shadows? What’s so wrong about wanting to see the person who makes my heart feel alive?

Maybe I should write up a statement and start passing them out, so I didn’t have to keep telling the story…or lying. But is it really lying, though? I had admitted that someone else was in the alley – I just didn’t say exactly what he was. That’s just an omission, not technically a lie…right? Besides, keeping the truth to myself was for everyone else’s own safety. No one wanted to be running around knowing there were real vampires out in the world. I would be a terrible person to burden them with that. At least, that’s what I told myself.

Everyone does it. Well, not me, so much. I had a tendency to go the other way. Brutal honesty. Needlessly so. Strangely enough, my approach usually left people upset. Whereas a pleasant lie gave them a lovely, fuzzy feeling. That’s the thing about a lie, as long as you believe it, you feel great. You think you’re going to get whatever you were promised, and the anticipation is better than a warm blow job on a cold day. You enjoy your work, whistling and humming, happy to be alive. Everything feels better because you got the deal you wanted. A deal almost too good to be true.

"Get out!!" "Please, Eve... I'll tell everything now, just please..." "I already know everything!! You lied to me! I asked you so many times and yet you shook your head and speak opposite from what is right!" "Its because I have my reasons... it is all for you, Eve..." Everleigh can't believe on what she heard. "So lying is for my sake... I am the reason why you lied... for me... don't I deserve the truth then?" "No... no, no, no, Eve, it's not—"