Odio Las Mentiras Romane & Geschichten

Raphael continued gently, “don’t teach your heart to lie, or eventually it will lose its ability to recognize the truth. If you lie long enough, you’ll start believing those lies yourself, and sooner or later it will destroy who you really are.” Aidan finally lifted his eyes toward him. “Then what should I do?”

The words echoed inside my head again and again. Rio laughed and the sound instantly snapped me out of my thoughts. "That expression is priceless" he said. I glared at him and his smile widened. "You thought she wasn't coming back" he said. I clenched my jaw and Rio's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Oh, come on, at least pretend to be pleased." He spread his arms dramatically. "I am pleased" I lied and Rio burst out laughing. The absolute nerve of the Motherfucker. "You should hear yourself" he said.

His hand ghosted over the edge of my arm but didn’t quite touch, “It’s not a line.” I let out a humorless breath, eyes fixed on his reflection instead of him. “I don’t care,” I snapped, the words slicing out of me before I could swallow them, “What else? What else have you lied to me about? What else have I been too stupid to see?” my gaze hardened on the mirror, locking onto his, “Say it now. All of it. Because I swear, Adriano, I’m done with surprises.” He slid both hands into his pockets, shoulders loose, eyes flicking away for a beat before they dragged back to mine in the mirror.

I said, “I want you to retract everything you said last night. All the lies, the rumors, the bullshit you’ve spread. And Damien, you’re undoing whatever manipulation you forced on him. You take back every word, every claim, every bit of this deception.” Her eyes flashed with anger, but she refused to look broken. Instead, she straightened, lifted her chin high, switching her tone. It dripped with mockery, slow and deliberate. “Oh, Mikaela,” she said, tilting her head, “you think I’m scared of you? You think you can just shut me up, silence me? You think you can stop me from speaking the truth?” Truth? Is she for real? “Cut the act, Lydia! We both know this isn’t the truth. We both know every

“You told me you’d never let him brainwash you. But look where we are, Mía. He’s conned you. You don’t know what you’re doing. You’re young, naïve. How can I believe you’re not still listening to him?” “I haven’t seen or heard from him since his arrest,” I lie, my voice steady even as guilt claws at my insides. “I’m done with him, Mamá. I swear.” Mama doesn’t believe me. I see it in her eyes. “Dios mío,” she whispers. “You’re still lying for him. I can see it, even now. Please, Mía. Please stop believing anything he says. He will turn on even you.” “I’m not lying,” I insist, my heart pounding. “I know I was wrong. I’m sorry. Forgive me. I’ve fixed what I’ve done.”

-Yes, I try to answer without stuttering. -Do you know what I hate the most in this world, he asks me seriously. -No, I say trying to stop the trembling in my voice. -Lies, he says making eye contact with me.

“Huh? That's the first time I'm hearing that” “What do I tell him? Do I lie or tell him the truth?” “Don't you dare lie to me” He groan “Shit, can he read minds too?” “Are you going there tonight? Answer me”

She faces me with an expectant smile on her face . "What's the matter ?"she asks clasping my hands gently . " I want you to tell me the truth ,"I answer. "What truth ?"she asks confused. "The truth about my mate . Someone told me he treated me like shit ," " Ooh,"Megan drops her eyes on the ground while nibbling her pinky finger. " I want to know the truth ," I demand my tone becomes firmer now . " Well ,are you sure about this ? The doctor said it might cause alot of damage .You need to remember these memories yourself, "

I wrenched my hand out of her grip. Julian reached us, his brow furrowed as if he still had something to say. But I didn't want to hear another word. I grabbed the delicate lace of my ceremonial dress and tore it downward, letting the white fabric fall into the mud. I turned my back on them and sprinted toward the woods at the edge of the territory. The wind roared in my ears. I left them behind—the fake altar, the lies, and every ounce of the humiliation they had tried to bury me in.

Bubbles of air choked her throat, keeping the whispers back, letting out only a stutter at best. Monica took the King James Version Bible, raised it up with a hand and nervously gulped down, different panic and guilt thoughts raced through her head but she dismissed them - not totally. "I solemnly state I will tell the truth without hiding or adding anything and I should be punished for false testimonies if I lie." Her voice sounded mechanical, like the voice of a person reciting something written. I implore you to say the truth, just this once!