Why To Lie Novels & Stories

Dad said as he stroked my head "but the main one of them is out of selfishness." I thought he was right for a long time, after all, I really was selfish and lied for not wanting him to cry. Because seeing Dad crying made me sad. "It is normal to lie" Uncle Asmodeus told me once "it is as natural as breathing and each one lies for a certain reason" that caught me by surprise the day I heard "some, like your father, lie out of fear, others because they do not like how the truth may sound and finally..." he smiled, that smile that seemed sincere and loaded with sadness "there are those who lie to themselves with the hope of forgetting the truth."

“They may be more sympathetic towards that spin on it.” “It’s a lie,” Aislen started shaking her head. “Lies are dangerous because they can easily be proven as being lies, and once exposed, everything we say would then be open for debate. If we lie, we win the war for the Van Helsings. I say the Van Helsings let the cat out of the bag, it’s not our job to stuff it back in there, but rather to win the war against them.”

“But why, Lee? Why did you do it? Why didn’t you tell me the truth?” Lee sat down next to her, his heart heavy with guilt. “I did it because I care about you, Lily. I wanted to see you happy, to see you succeed. And I didn’t tell you the truth because I was afraid of losing you, of losing the bond we had formed.” For a moment, Lily was silent, processing everything that had been said. Then, she let out a laugh, bitter and hollow. “So, this is it, huh? My whole life, my whole world, just a facade, a lie.”

They moved on with the game without explaining what those words meant. The atmosphere was light and easy-going, and despite the guilt nibbling at the edges of my conscience due to the fabrications about my identity, the night continued smoothly. The friendly vibes and the genuine laughter of some of my colleagues helped me set aside my bothersome thoughts, at least for the time being. ******************** "Even the most noble people tend to lie to protect people they care about or to protect themselves from others. Lying is not a bad thing, but it depends on the consequences that it implies," Grace murmured in a hushed tone as she read her manuscript.

"Why does it feel like you're lying? Your heart beat has betrayed you. I can see that you're lying. It's written boldly in your eyes. Tell me, what are you not telling me?" Anna slipped her hands into the side pockets of her sun dress and looked away as she bit her lower lip. "There's nothing I'm hiding. Why are we even talking about kids? There is a high possibility that we may never end up together. " Anna let out a bitter laugh. " Is that why you're bothered?" Should she lie? It was better than having to begin to explain why she wanted no children at all and end up a teary mess. So, she lied. "Yes, that's why I'm bothered."

“Is that what you think of me?” “I think…” I trail off, chewing my lip before deciding to evade the question. “I think you’re usually trying to disappear. And helping us sneak out? That’s the opposite of disappearing.” He exhales a slow breath and moves to stand beside me, close enough that I can feel the heat from his arm, but not close enough to touch. “Sometimes,” he says, voice thoughtful, “it’s easier to disappear than to be misunderstood. Easier to distance than to react.”

“Why lie? Why would lying make me a better leader?” Kael leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he picked up a small rock and tossed it between his hands. “Because sometimes the truth does more harm than good,” he said carefully. “Like now, for example—if the whole pack knew a rogue managed to get into the Alpha’s home, that someone inside helped him, what do you think would happen?” “They'd panic,” I murmured.

My search bar blinked at me like it knew I wasn’t mentally stable. I typed: “how to lie without sounding like a liar” G****e responded with: “Why do people lie? Signs someone is lying. How to stop lying.” “No!” I hissed. “I didn’t ask for therapy!” Backspace!! Try again. “how to keep a long term lie alive without getting caught” G****e acted like an offended grandmother: “It’s better to tell the truth.” “Oh my God,” I muttered. “G****e. Please. I’m begging.”

But when she thought about it later, as she lay nestled in his arms in her bed, she thought that telling lies and telling the truth had a few things in common. She'd learned that if you told one lie, then you were pretty much guaranteed to have to tell another one to explain or justify or cover up that first lie. Then a third lie, to protect the first two lies. Then a fourth, to shore things up and to keep the house of lies from falling down. And on and on, lie after lie, until it was like a snowball barreling on down a hill. You told one lie and then you couldn't stop telling more of them.

Neriah is quiet for a while before blurting out the obvious, “That was why you were late.” He silently nods, “I can’t tell her I got fired, it’ll crush her.” “What are you going to tell her?” Her brow raises, “Lying would only last for a while.” And she understands first-hand what lying is like. Every time her family from home calls, she tells them she’s doing alright even though she knows that’s so far from the truth. She couldn’t tell them she wasn’t alright, and that all wasn’t going well with her because she knew that would only make them worry and she didn’t want that.