A Delicate Truth Book Novels & Stories

Thinking. Then I let out a slow breath. “Not clean,” I muttered. I hadn't gotten the full answer I needed but it was enough. Enough to know that something inside that house wasn’t right. Enough to know that the truth was being handled… just like that page. Repeatedly. Carefully. Hidden in plain sight. My fingers brushed against the front cover of the book. Half the truth was all I had for now. But it was more than I had yesterday. And it was enough to let me take the next step. I started the engine. And drove off.

"In any war, truth is the first victim. Can you not see that? Could she not see it?" "Can you deny that Tina Davis was murdered because she was testing lies that reinforced the war struggle recovering than the facts would have done?" "I am saying," the Home Secretary said, "that the disparity between truth and lies is immaterial in time of war. True or false? Right or wrong? These questions are inconsequential now. It's all down to allegiance. Are you with us or against us? Surely you of can see that." "And anyone who isn't with you?" "-- is with the guerrillas and must be removed!" said the Home Secretary.

On the night before my wedding, the bridal party is too excited to sleep, so someone suggests a game of anonymous confessions. Everyone writes down one thing they want to say to me, the groom-to-be. I eagerly close my eyes, expecting heartfelt wishes and congratulations, but the first note stuns me. "You bastard. If you weren't forcing my sister to marry you, Lyle would be my brother-in-law!" Lyle Thomas is my best friend. Just three hours earlier, he called to apologize, saying a last-minute business trip had come up and he couldn't make it to the wedding. My hands tremble as I continue reading. "That watch she gave you as a wedding present is one Lyle turned down. He said it looked ch

A room with a large table in the middle, while the surroundings are full of high shelves that rise to the ceiling. Various books are neatly arranged on the shelves. "I'd love to break your arms and legs out of shape." Aldrich threw a very thick book at Derrick. Derrick avoided the book. "Hi, Cousin!" "Say what you want and then disappear from my life." "Relax, we can talk while drinking some of your wine collection." Aldrich smiled as if in agreement but in contrast to what he did next. With a very fast movement, Aldrich banged Derrick's head on the large table in the middle of the room until it bled.

Belphegor asked while taking a quick glance at his sister still looking through bookshelves and going through books *SIGH* Celea sighted " Are you going to help me look for it if I tell you ? " She asked him still looking through books " That depends on the level of burden " He answered her question nonchalantly Celea smiled at his words " Well I guess that is a good enough deal for now " She said " So which book is it ?" Belphegor asked while standing up and walking next to her " The book of truth " " Hmmm, it's been a very long time since the last time someone mentioned that book "

The room fell silent, captivated by the book's sudden appearance. "It contains the record of both the good and the evil that each person has done. This book is the ultimate judge of our actions, as it holds the truth of every soul." "The Book of Life will guide us in determining the outcome of this trial," he continued, his gaze piercing as he looked at me. "It will reveal the truth of your actions and help us reach a just verdict."

I arrived home to an empty house. I dashed into my brother Edmund's room. There was his storm jacket, hanging up with the dust cover still on. I checked for the tell-tale signs the salesperson had shown me. The label was raised. The fabric was stiff, windproof, and smelled faintly of new clothes. The price tag was still on it, with the store's security strip stuck to it. It was the real deal. It was brand-new and the real deal. It even looked a little different from mine.

At that moment, I knew I wasn’t walking toward a marriage. I was walking into a cage And what was waiting for me… was the devil himself— with secrets I'm not ready to face.

Tempted as I was, I didn't have the courage to act. So I warned seriously, "Tsk, that's no way for a young lady to speak. I'm here to check your dorm. Are you all accounted for?" Francine moved to the side, revealing the other occupants in the dorm. She replied disgruntledly, "Yes, we're all here. All four of us." I counted four women, indeed, though Ellen Lowry was the only one sprawled in bed with her legs spread open. What was she up to?

He staggered backward, clutching his stomach as he screamed hysterically. "No way! That's impossible! I saw him get encased in the concrete with my own eyes. He had already lost all his limbs. "How could he have hidden a recorder pen? You're lying! Gabriella, you're lying to me!" As soon as he spoke, he froze on the spot. Gabriella calmly rose from the couch. "It's true. I lied about the recorder pen, but I know everything—you colluded with Oliver and leaked classified narcotics intelligence, causing the death of hundreds of our comrades. You even killed Daniel to silence him and fabricated evidence to frame Victor."