Your Lies Novels & Stories

Was he under too much pressure that he pulled out this kind of nonsense to him? Not only the reincarnation thingy… but powers? For real?! Raine thought and shook his head, feeling disappointed at Yris. Yris looked like an honest person but he actually would be willing to lie to him like this. Just when he thought that he could forgive Yris, the other pulled out such a lame story to him. What a letdown! “Are you serious?” Raine asked and laughed. Yris nodded in affirmation. “I am.” He answered.

she said then looked at him, his eyes stared at her like they could see lies, she quickly looked away “You are lying” he said “God! You are so honest” she said it like it was to be hated “Isn’t that a good thing?” “Well it is… But in your case I don’t know what to say” “Don’t you lie?” she asked “Never happened… Why should I lie when I know the truth? Lies complicate things and you’d have to lie to protect a lie, it is like an onion, the layers never stop growing out” “Hmmmm… you are quite the smart ass” she reacted then stared at him for a while

His breath fanned my face, and I was suddenly breathing heavily. "Sir, I swear to God..." "Alex, I am giving you one last chance." He said through what I hoped was clenched teeth. " It won't be funny when I find out more of your lies. So tell me now, This is your last chance. What else are you lying about?" His grip on my cloth tightened,and I was nearly choking. I kept quiet for a few seconds, as if to weigh my options. ",Sir, I swear to you that I'm not lying about anything--"

Lies. All of these had to be lies.

So he blurted out the first lie that came to his mind. “She’s my woman.” The room stilled instantly. Cameras flashed his way. As much as he hated what he was about to do, it was the only way to salvage the situation. “She’s not a scandal or a vulnerable victim. She is my woman who happens to work in that hotel, and if any of you think you’re entitled to dissect my private life without my permission, think again. Don’t forget I own the city you work in.” His voice was a low growl, controlled yet brutal.

His voice was low, furious, but it carried. “You did this,” he seethed, holding up one of the tabloids. “The lies, the photos, the fake emails—you planted it all.” Elise tilted her head, unbothered, her lips curling into a smile. “Prove it.” “Enough, Elise.” His voice thundered across the lobby, silencing the whispers. “You’re nothing to me. You’ve always been nothing. And if you ever come near Sienna again—”

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.

"When I handed Jil over to you, you promised to love and protect her. Have you forgotten? Only a few years in, and this is what we get! We may be old, but we're not dead!" Harvey dared not cry out in pain and only grunted softly every time the spatula struck. He wanted to explain himself, only to open his mouth and close it again. "Just go. We don't want you getting hurt and blaming it on us later." Holding the spatula, Dad was about to close the door when Harvey, who had stayed silent the whole time, lunged forward and jammed his hand in the frame. "Please, let me talk to Jilian. I have something to tell her. I know that I've messed up, and I'm here to make things right. Please let me talk

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—"

she asked, her hand hovering near my shoulder like she wanted to touch it but was afraid to. I looked up at her, then at Conrad who was standing a few feet away, looking guilty but not sorry. “Your boyfriend tried to kill me,” I said, voice tight with pain. Phoebe turned to Conrad, eyes wide. “Conrad?” Conrad raised his hands. “It was an honest mistake. I didn’t mean to hit him that hard.” Phoebe turned back to me. She didn’t move away. Instead, she stayed right there, helping me sit up slowly, her hand gently on my good arm.