Your Lies Novels & Stories

Lance The truth doesn't cost you anything, but the lie costs you everything! That's what they say, but in my case, both can cost me everything. Both will destroy my life, so whoever made that statement, didn't think twice. Lies kill relationships, but the truth will kill mine too. Maybe I'm making a stupid decision, of course I'm making a stupid decision, like I always do ,, but sometimes stupid decisions saves live-I think. I feel like a selfish brat, but I am afraid of the consequences of opening my big mouth. Sometimes it's better to remain silent, even if it's eating you up inside. Who knows how he would react if I tell him, yo, your mom set everything up. You didn't kill that guy or fuc

If you are willing, to tell the truth, or you are thinking about doing so, you will find out that then all-(almost all) of your reality is funded by lies and it is better to give up than confess. That's exactly what I did. Someone else made my choice. Even if it was different, it would have happened somehow. You'll be amazed by how the parts you thought was true are not so anymore. It's really fun, lying. Think of it as a drug, the more you use it, the harder it gets to stop. You might even get to a point where you can't exist without it. I know because I couldn’t. … This can't be happening. Can it? My mother, she never cries.

Ashley teased, pointing at Garnet. Garnet simply smiled, while John cleared his throat awkwardly. "Okay… maybe this year," he said hesitantly. Garnet turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. He had no choice. He had to lie. "That’s settled then! I’ll call Esmeralda later—I have good news for her!" Diana said excitedly. Then, the unexpected happened. "I don’t want to get pregnant." The room fell into silence. All three of them turned to look at Garnet.

I almost get a heart attack when I hear his voice suddenly. “God, will you please stop giving a heart attacks to me? That was quite sudden,” I say as I sit straight on the bed and grab the glass of water from his hands. “You said you don’t want it?” he snaps. “I do now. I am so much thirsty,” I say as I take a sip of water. “How can you lie so much easily to me? Like you have never done it before I guess,” I ask him. “You’re insane girl. I have been lying to you this whole time and now you are realizing that I lie well. By the way, I lie to you because you believe my lies easily,” he says.

♡SRISTE POV♡ Dad and mom are my besties I always share everything with them coming to dad he is more than my bestie I shares everything with him even the love proposals I got but for the first time I need to lie to him what if he knows I hided the truth and lied to him how he will react how I should face him but whatever I'm doing it was for mom's smile I can't let my mom to live in regret anymore even after knowing about her pain I can't stay calm let me try because mom always says for a good beginning lying is not a mistake for anyone happiness we can lie here I'm lying for the sake of my mom's happiness so its was not a mistake I wish this will be the first and last lie I'm gonna say to d

“Oh, so you’ve seen the papers, haven’t you?” “You said you were going to contact them to change it.” “I lied,” she answered carelessly. “You know, the same way you lied to Dylan Bass and told him my proposal was yours.” “That’s what this is about?” “What? You think I was just going to let you get away with pulling such a dirty trick? Of course, that’s what this is about? How does it feel to not be given the credit you deserve, Dominic? I bet it’s an amazing feeling.”

It tasted of absolutely nothing except mayonnaise. I sat staring out at the darkness rushing past the window while random thoughts kept nudging at the edges of my exhaustion. Missing pieces. New pieces. No pieces at all. There were lies so small they hardly mattered, the sort you could choose to believe or ignore without consequence. Then there were lies that looked harmless on the surface but carried enormous ramifications underneath. And sometimes deception wasn’t about what somebody said—it was about what they deliberately left unsaid. Jock’s lies always hovered dangerously close to the truth.

The images blurred before her eyes. Damian’s voice cut through her denial, low and steady. “I don’t lie, Lilia. Your boyfriend’s been lying to you, though. These are real. And they’re just the beginning.” Her stomach twisted, her hands shaking uncontrollably. “I don’t believe you,” she whispered, shaking her head furiously. “These are just… doctored pictures. You made these up.” Damian’s laugh was cold, harsh. “You can believe whatever you want. But the truth is staring you in the face. You’re wasting your time with him, Lilia. And you know it.”

Then said it, flat and quiet. “You’re not okay.” I swallowed. Hard. “Do I look that bad?” She shrugged. “You look… um- beautiful? Like um-you could kill someone and get away with it.” “Cute.” “Wanna talk?” I didn’t. But I nodded anyway. We sat at the counter with a cup of tea between us that neither of us touched. “He lies,” I said. “So quietly. Like he’s supposed to.” “About what?” “About everything.”

All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie. When Noah graduated college, I cried harder than I had in years. He got a job in New York big lights, big stage, big world. I packed his bags and kissed his forehead. “Call me every Sunday,” I said, fighting tears. He hugged me so tightly that I almost broke and told him everything. But I didn’t. Months passed. Then one Sunday, his voice sounded different. “Mom… I met someone. Well, not like that. A man. Older. He hired me. We talk a lot.”