You Lied To Me Novels & Stories

That day after I called Kimberly and she didn't answer, she had called me back later, asking why I had left the club without informing her and I had lied to her that I suddenly got a stomach upset. Why I did that instead of telling her the truth, I had no idea. “Is everything alright? You look dull,” Kimberly said. “Did something happen at home?” Exhaling heavily, I replied. “I lied to you that day. I didn't have a stomach upset. I was with Niccolo and we had sex that night and now, my mind won't stop feeding me with the thought that he's only using me for sex.” I couldn't keep it to myself anymore and I knew my best friend would never judge me, so I decided to let it all out.

Tell me he’s lying. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. God, I wanted to lie so fucking bad. But I couldn’t. I’d already lost everything else because of my lies. I couldn’t lie to him and risk losing him. Tyler took a step closer. "Tell me he’s lying, man. Please. Don’t fucking do this to me." I swallowed hard. "Ty… just let me explain, okay? Please. I’m sorry, I fucked up, I know I did, but let me talk—"

Mel’s POV He lied to me. He really lied to me just when I was starting to trust him. Talking about some fucking tax forms. Ameer would probably be the last person to do those. I don't know what he has gone to do, but being a lying asshole about it isn't okay.

I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie." His hand hung in mid-air, then dropped as he tried to pull me close. "It's not what you think. I can explain." I pulled up the video and shoved it to his face. "This is why you bailed on me seven times, right?" I looked him in the eye. He held me, flustered. "I had my reasons." I waited for him to continue, curious about the reasons that had pushed him to marry Vivian behind my back and lie for three years.

The crate clattered to the ground. “She wanted to forgive me for something,” Lloyd said smoothly, as if amused. Cole’s eyes narrowed. “Is that so?” He turned to me. “Forgive him for what?” Lloyd tilted his head. “Trying to orchestrate another hero moment, are you, brother? Did you get her dow here?” Cole’s expression darkened, but his grip didn’t loosen. “Scarlett, what did you mean forgive?” I stammered. “F-for the basement. For what he did to me… when we were kids.”

"They didn't tell you." "No," I lied. "They did not tell me." "That's extremely messed up." I let out a sound that was half laugh and half something else entirely. "Yes. It is."

Then I slowed it to half speed, staring at the screen without blinking. And in that fleeting moment, I finally saw it. I finally realized what had felt wrong from the beginning. Marc had lied to me.

“God, you’re so damn annoying. Your mom was going crazy when she couldn’t reach you.” “I told her that I would be staying at your pla” “Well, she wanted to fucking talk to you. What excuse do you think I could give as to why you couldn’t come to the phone even after she told me to wake you up that it was important?” “What excuse did you give?” “I told her you were sick, and then she wanted to come over.” I gasped. “So what happened?” “I had to ruin my reputation and confessed that I lied. That you were actually on a date. That you have a boyfriend.”

"Hopefully." He forced a smile. "I'll go now. Have a nice day," and he bade the both of them before leaving the house. Adelina stared at herself in the mirror. Was she wrong to have started this lie? Yes, she felt it. But she also thought it was the best way to forget him for good. Jonathan was always going to be the same arrogant, womanizer she had met a couple of years back and she felt stupid to have thought for a second, that he could change because of her. For her.

A car accident leaves my boyfriend, Ben Cullen, with temporary amnesia. When he wakes up, he's convinced that my best friend, Jean Lyle, is his fiancée. The doctors warn us not to upset him, so I have no choice but to let Jean play along. We agree it's only an act. Once Ben gets his memory back, everything will go back to normal. But six months later, he still doesn't remember me. One day, I come across a post on a local forum. "I lost my memory after a car accident and mistook another woman for my girlfriend. Now I'm in love with her. How do I tell my real girlfriend?" The top reply says, "Easy. Keep pretending you have amnesia. You can stay with the new girl, and if you ever change yo