You're Nothing But A Liar Novels & Stories

The man I trusted, my so-called best friend, my own family, every corner of my life is poisoned by lies. I whispered to the empty room, barely audible, “I have nothing. Absolutely nothing… and for what?” My lungs burned as I screamed silently to the universe, but there was no one to hear. Every memory, every smile, every promise of love shattered. My home, my sanctuary, even my own name, now weaponized against me. And as the night stretched, cold and merciless around me, I realized the truth. I had nothing. I just wanted to forget about everything…. I looked up and my gaze met a bar I had always called unclassy and empty.

“Number 1, even a kid knows it’s bad to lie. Number 2, don’t misunderstand, I want to give you milk since you’re in a bad mood then I heard you weeping when I was standing behind the door. Three, I am sorry for barging inside without saying I am coming in.” “Fourth, has anyone ever told you that you are not a good liar? Your eyes are swollen from crying while your comforter, pillows, and face are filled with tears. Fifth, you have friends that you can always lean on. You can always talk whenever you feel down. And, I just want to let you know how you can always talk to me if you need someone to listen to you.”

I snap, agitated. “ Is this the lie you cooked all night to feed me and you expect me to believe it? Am I that gullible in your eyes? Even the most dumb person would see it for what it is, bullshit.” I fire at him. The thing I hate the most is being lied to. I'd rather hear the truth no matter how messed up it is.

“Don’t you dare lie to them, Alex! I don’t care if you’re homeless, jobless, or whatsoever. Just don’t lie to them.” “I won’t, let’s say just a little less, a little more.”

“Because of me, you tried something new, and you loved it.” “Don’t you think that you’re full of yourself? I didn’t love that shit at all. I ate it because at that moment; I didn’t have any other choice than eat something that unhygienic.”, he mumbled. “Liar” “What did you just say?” “I said LIAR, your action and your words are opposite to each other. But don’t forget that action is louder than words.”, I muttered. “Then keep thinking in that way. I don’t care.”

That's why there is a scar on your face due to that lie. “Bullshit, you know what you tried to do last night. My mother gave you too much power, which got to your head. You never loved me... that love was never real. I fell in love with the wrong man. You betrayed me; you became a pawn in my mother's games. You have fooled everyone around you but not me. You finally revealed yourself... I don't want you anymore!”

It’s only going to create even more awkwardness that we can both do without, so I decide not to bring it up. “Fine.” I mutter, pinching the bridge of my nose between two fingers. Finding the perfect lie will be much harder than I thought. “I’m all ears.” He says eagerly, leaning forward as if expecting some sort of dramatic revelation. A deep sigh escapes me. Here goes nothing. “Nothing.” “Nothing? Really?” “Yeah. Nothing. Trouble making is what I do best. Nothing personal.” I respond, picking my fork up off the plate and stabbing viciously into the mashed potatoes on my dish. Liam narrows his eyes at me, giving me a questioning look.

I still love him even after he broke me beyond repair. His lifeless eyes bore to me again. “I-I love you…” Tears cascade down my cheeks after I heard what he said. I laughed mockingly at him. “Love?” I punched his chest. He was so weak that he lost his balance, and fell on the cold ground. Why? He's not as weak as this. Is he insulting me? I pointed my finger at him. “Don't you dare say that word again because you don't know the meaning of love! You are nothing but a big liar. You don't deserve the word love!”

Winds blew my black not so long hair after I stepped outside for the first time after almost two hours inside the train. We gathered in circles, divided by the Edge we came from then a guy wearing a suit appeared in front of us. He’s old and has beard all over his face. “Welcome to the Center, Liars!” he shouted. Liars, that’s what we’re called, the participants of this stupid game.

He said nothing. "Why can't you finish it?" Her voice cracked slightly at the edges. "Because saying it out loud makes it real? Because you know what it looked like and you can't actually defend it?" She laughed. Short and broken. "You're a liar Diego. You've always been a bloody liar. It seems you enjoy toying with people especially me." "I would never toy with you."