4 Truth Novels & Stories

The last color of our rainbows, the missing piece of our songs, the one who'll complete our untold stories. This is not just the right time... "Mr. Timothy Kim, what can you say about this issue that you're drinking alcohol that night?" the conference hall went silent and they just waited Timothy's answer, like they're craving for it. "No, I'm not. Those are just rumors. I went to that convenience store to buy some of my favorite drinks. I just want to make it clear everything. Not all you see is the truth, and not all the words you hear about me, about the Metamorphosis are real. To all our fans out there... please, believe in us." He said in front of the media and reporters.

It was when he lost the woman he loved. "Everything I told you was true. This is a new type of gate and we just discovered it this week. But what we don't know is where you will be transported. This is the second time this type of gate appeared. The first was four days ago." The hunters started to whisper to each other. "Four days ago! Isn't that the same day the red gate incident happened?" "A lot of people died back then. We were so focused on that red gate that we didn't notice the new type!"

Chuck said, "Lend me your phone, Steph." He held out a hand, and I gave him my phone. He played the video and showed it to Valerie. Meanwhile, I was dazed. I couldn't remember the last time Chuck had called me by my nickname. After watching the video, Valerie insisted that I'd used artificial intelligence to put it together. I shrugged and asked, "Will you only admit what you've done when I bring the pastor here to give his statement?" I added, "He's been feeling guilty over accepting your bribe, so he chose to tell the truth. He's already been removed from his position."

Human nature was such that if one directly pointed out a flaw, people would defend the system and claim that they were already trying their best. On the other hand, if one praised something too much, even the smallest mistake would attract self-proclaimed experts who felt the need to point it out. Humans were often caught up in trends, pretending to be more aware than others. … One day before going to the health inspection committee, I'd already anonymously uploaded Jack's diary online. Three days later, I arranged for marketing accounts to promote the "most beautiful love story". Just like that, I mixed in a tale of tragic orthopedic romance among the well-known stories that internet users

Thankfully, Andre left you a pup and gave you hope to live on. "Jane, for the sake of your child, you need to pull yourself together." I stood there with misty eyes. Sweet memories of Andre and me remained vivid, yet there he was, telling me that he and I were forever separated. Betrayal had cruelly crushed the lovely memories we shared. I couldn't make any sense of this. Why did I end up being lied to after offering my unconditional trust and love? Was Andre still expecting me to bear his pup—the offspring of a man who wanted to be Callie's boyfriend?

I must find out the truth. ‎

She thoughts she has won because she shouted at him and filled his ears with rumours from jobless people who made gossiping their daily routine as if they will get millions of money or awards for each rumour they made. Rumours are true, people will not see a fire without smoke, they will never say what they didn't see or happened, the problem is they will add a huge portion of lies to it; five per cent of truths they saw or happened and ninety-five per cent of lies, big lies. And the strangest and funniest thing about rumours is that people tend to add their own exaggeration; lies as they gossipped or passed to another person, that person will add his/her own exaggeration; lies and passed to

And every time, I forgave him without hesitation. [Don't be fooled just because the kid is young. He's a fantastic liar.] [When he was eating with the male lead, he even called the supporting male lead an old loser!] [Having a son like that really makes you feel bad for the supporting male lead. The son's an ingrate.] Those comments sent a chill down my spine. I could not believe that the child standing in front of me had been helping his mother deceive me for so long, despite only being five years old. But the truth was right there in front of me. I had no choice but to believe it.

♠ 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒊 𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚.