A Restless Truth Novels & Stories

"Mr. Rivers, Henry's dying! Take him to the hospital quickly! I'll save Mrs. Rivers!" Jonathan hesitated for only a moment before picking up Henry and running toward the hospital, leaving me behind. The gasoline was ignited by an electrical spark and burst into flames. Linda turned and ran when she saw this, abandoning me in the raging fire. Watching their disappearing figures, I struggled with all my strength to crawl out, but it was futile. Goodbye, Jonathan. I will never see you again. Those years of vows and promises seemed like a curse, turning into smoke and ash. Jonathan had broken his word. He had personally abandoned me, but fortunately, I had also broken my word. I no longer loved

Letting rhythm drift and trusting it will return honestly. --- Maximum (held proximity) I did not anchor. I sat. Not low. Not upright. But in a shape the wind could move through without asking me to lean. Shye passed once. Paused. Then continued. Thread moved beside us. Didn’t wrap. Aura didn’t bend. And still everything felt chosen. This is what I meant by rest. Not sleep. Permission to remain without needing adjustment. --- Kehra (inner hum) Today, my hum remained inside. It wasn’t trapped.

τον κόσμο. Ξεπλύνετε τους δαίμονες μέσα στο ανθρώπινο μυαλό και εξοντώστε όλους τους διαβόλους, συμπεριλαμβανομένου του Βασιλιά της Σλένια. Έτσι, δώστε μας δύναμη και τις αξίες που χρειαζόμαστε ως άνθρωποι. Χρειαζόμασταν τη δύναμή σου για τα καλά. Συμπερασματικά, αυτό θα βοηθήσε ι την ανθρωπότητα και θα συνεχίσει να ζει σε καλύτερη ζωή, εάν επιτρέψετε να ενεργοποιήσετε το The Reign of a Thousand Truths." [Meaning: Let all be heard, all our statements in this chant. We, the four mark users, request that you shall spread all the truths inside these two books across the universe. Please, enlighten the humans, especially the children. We seek peace and unity in this world. Wash away the demons

The servers, all young people dressed in blue tunics, move wordlessly to and from the table, keeping the salvers and wine glasses full. "So is mine," I acknowledged. "I can't work it out, at least not yet. But it seems for every aspect that shows clarity, I'm discovering three or four others that make no sense at all. I am unable to put the word misrepresentation out of my mind. Am I are reading a story or am I reading the facts. My instinct served me well, in the past but there is so much about this story that puzzles me and the more I read, the less I understand."

She added. Seolurrie, although confused, just let the topic go. She trusts Infinity and if she told her that she will understand in the future, then she will. She laid on the dried grass again and stared into space. For some reason she was not thinking of anything. She was just feeling everything that was going on around her, being too alert and didn't even realize that she was drifting to her sleep. ***

Slow,heavy, and restless. I wrapped my arms around myself and kept walking.I shouldn't have come.That thought had followed me from the moment I left the warehouse.But fear wasn't the only thing pushing me forward.There was something else.A need to know.Four years ago, I had lost almost everything because I trusted the wrong people.I wasn't going to make that mistake again.Not now.Not when the truth was finally close enough for me to touch.My shoes made soft sounds against the wet hard surface.I glanced behind me.Nothing.Only fog.I turned back.A crane groaned somewhere above me.I flinched.The sound rolled across the docks and disappeared into the night.My phone was in my pocket.I hadn't answe

Restless. Rissa had no idea how close she was to becoming what she feared. And that made her predictable. My fingers slipped beneath the surface as I whispered the old words. The water trembled, then shifted twisting shadows into trees, moonlight bleeding through branches, eyes, sharp and silver staring back. She was outside. Restless too. Feeling the change like a pulse beneath her skin. Good. Let her feel it. Let her think she was alone in this war. She had Josh’s heart, yes. But not his clarity. Not anymore.

His body convulsed, and he began to scream, a guttural, primal sound that echoed in the silence. I stepped back, watching with detached amusement as his sanity unraveled, “Ah, there it is.” I murmured, “The truth beneath the lies. Ugly, isn’t it?” Xyro clawed at his skin, his screams turning incoherent, “P… please! Make it stop!” “Where is it?” I asked, a little more loudly this time. “I sold it! I sold it!” He screamed, clawing at his throat. A slow, satisfied smile spread across my face as Xyro’s confession spilled out, raw and unfiltered. His nails scraped at his throat, leaving angry red streaks, his body writhing like a snake on hot coals.

Chloe gave a satisfied hum, rolled over, and went back to scrolling on her phone. The dorm room fell quiet. I lay on the top bunk, staring at the ceiling while my mind raced. In my last life, I knew nothing, so I did nothing. This life, I knew everything. So I had three things to do. First, let them destroy themselves. Second, leave evidence. Third, keep myself clean. I dug out my old phone and opened a shopping app. I ordered a pinhole camera, small enough to clip to a collar. Then I ordered a micro voice recorder that could run for eight hours.

Part 1: Restless Morning Sleep never came. Lina lay staring at the ceiling as the night slowly faded into morning. Every time she closed her eyes— She saw it again. Victor’s voice. Adrian’s silence. Her mother’s face. Nothing felt stable anymore. “Enough,” she whispered. She sat up, her expression shifting. No more confusion. No more waiting. “If they won’t tell me the truth…” A pause. “I’ll find it myself.” Part 2: Going Back