거짓말 Novels & Stories

My throat felt dry. "I..” I started, glancing at Leonardo who wore a sly and sinister smile, "I, Natalie Rossi, a student of New Rome University, hereby admit to compromising the values of my school and betraying the trust of my family by using a false identity to gain admission and secure a scholarship," I paused as my heart pounded heavily and sweat trickled down my face. “My actions have brought shame to my family, who were unaware of my deceit, and have put them at risk," my hands trembled and I swallowed hard.

“Well, we were talking, then all of a sudden you were stumbling and collapsed. There was this guy, he said he was a friend of the family. He told me he would take you to the hospital, but obviously that didn’t happen.” “Did you get the ID of the guy?” my mother asked. “No, b-but I did get his number!” He got his phone out and dialed the number, he put it on speaker but the number was disconnected. “What the hell?” “He gave you a fucking fake number!” my mother shouted. “I-I’m sorry,” Tyler said wistfully. “So not only did you not get to see the guys face, you got a fake number so now there’s no way we can find this guy!” my mother growled. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

I hoped that Gael would take the cue and change the subject, but instead, he spoke up, giving a fake response that made my heart ache. "We're actually trying right now," he said, smiling at me and putting his arm around my shoulders. "We're really excited about the possibility of starting a family." I felt like I was going to throw up. Gael was lying, and I knew it. He didn't want to have children with me. He didn't even want to be married to me. But he was pretending to be a loving husband, just to impress his parents. I forced a smile and played along, but inside, I was seething. I couldn't believe that Gael was doing this. I couldn't believe that he was lying to his parents and pretending

- Mason I put my phone back inside and sat right beside her. I started to make my move but she was so difficult. She kept looking at the cupboard instead of looking at me and it frustrates me a lot. That's why I just bluntly said 'Are you single? Do you want to have sex with me?' loudly and flatly because I don't think I'm interested to talk to her anymore. She stated that she's married and has 5 kids but she changed it to 3, I know she's lying. She's still so young to get married and have 5 kids and there's no way she's already pregnant with this body. I was going to go away but she said something that got me more interested.

He wore a faded leather jacket that didn't match the Vegas heat and had callused hands folded neatly on the table. She stared. "You always just sit down with strangers?" she asked, her voice cold as ice. She wasn't a fan of men, and less greasy ones. "Only the ones who look like they've just had a chat with rock bottom," he said, grinning. "Name's Gutter." Aurora almost snorted, he looked like one. She raised a brow. "That your real name?" "No. But it's the only one that stuck." He leaned back, looking her over but not leering, just assessing. "You sing?"

“What game do you want to do, Steffy?” “This is called 2 truths, one lie,” Stephy replied in an excited voice. “I am going to say three statements. Two of these are lies, while one is the truth. Tell me what my truth is and if you did, I will drink a glass of whiskey. We’ll take turns in guessing.” Teacher Greg nodded as he listened to her. “You go first.” “I am attracted to girls. I am not rich. I have three credit cards in my wallet.” Greg was quiet for a moment. Then he replied, “You’re attracted to girls?”

I know he was only saying all that to make me blush and get angry at the same time. Me> Stop it already. Fabby> (*laughing sticker) Tell me you don't like it. Me> I don't. I lied. Fabby> (*surprised sticker) Why? Me> Because you told me to tell you so. I know, my reply would make him laugh And he might reread our conversation again. Fabby> But you are blushing. Me> Who says so? Stop dreaming, I ain't. Fabby> see, you can't lie I can feelit.

“That’s…” He shook his head slowly. “I wish I’d seen that.” I laughed softly. “It wasn’t nearly as dramatic as you’re imagining.” “I doubt that.” I continued anyway. “I walked them through everything.” “The fake infertility report.” “The domestic violence allegation.” “The financial fraud.” “The manipulation.” “The conspiracy.” I swallowed. “And then I ended by telling them…” I looked directly at him. “‘The truth does not become a lie simply because someone famous tells it.’” The room became very quiet.

Mara — The Art of the Half-Truth The folder sat between them like a third person in the room. Mara had learned, in four years of becoming what Hayes had made of her, that the most effective lies were not the ones built entirely from fiction. Fiction had gaps — places where the architecture showed, where the light came through wrong and the person you were lying to felt the draft without knowing where it came from. The most effective lies were the ones built around a true thing, the way a house is built around a load-bearing wall. You constructed the fiction outward from something real, and the realness held everything up.

“You’re serious?” “As a board meeting. Two truths and a lie. We each say three things about ourselves. Two are true, one’s a lie. The other person guesses.” I gave her a skeptical look. “This is your grand morale boost?” She grinned. “Trust me, you’ll forget your existential crisis by round two.” I sighed, pretending to be reluctant, but sat up straighter. “Fine. You go first.” She sat forward, eyes dancing. “Okay. One—I once got mistaken for Rihanna’s cousin in Monaco. Two—I know how to fly a small plane. Three—I’ve never eaten sushi.”