A Restless Truth Novels & Stories

"They can search my house all they want, but they won't find anything. I'm not foolish enough to bring you to my home. I have a secluded cabin in the woods where I go when I need to be alone. That's where I've taken you. Nobody knows it exists." I feel a sense of dread wash over me. This situation has taken a turn for the worse. He checks his watch and says, "It's time to go," before leaning down to kiss me. The sight makes me sick to my stomach. He grabs my hair forcefully and tells me not to act that way, claiming that he worked hard for us to be together. Finally, he leaves the room, and as soon as I know he's gone from the house, I start trying to free myself from the restraints. I strug

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!

Inside the room, Grasis was lying on the bed and he would repeatedly shake hands with his fist on the bed, as if trying to end his pain. "What happened to him all of a sudden?” At first she went into the room to find out his condition, but then she stopped herself and started working indifferently and started thinking of leaving this house but leaving him alone in distress was appropriate. She thinks she was badly caught between these two decisions, in the end she started to relax herself.

“Sorry about that sir, how can I help? Do you need me to do anything for you? “Not exactly, I just needed to speak to someone, I’ll allow you to sleep, see you at work. The call dropped, and even though I wasn't there with him, I could feel the tension on his part, he was tense too and it was evident in his voice tone. I laid on my bed with my eyes wide open, I was excited to talk to Jaxson but it would cost me the rest of my sleep, I was tossing and turning on my bed, unable to find sleep, it was the longest night ever. It seemed like the night would never end. I felt like I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of sleeplessness. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind. But it was no use.

I clenched my fists tightly to stop myself from storming over and beating them senseless right now. Sure, I could break up with Jack immediately and cut my losses. But I wasn't satisfied with just that. If I left now, the rumors about me sleeping around would stick with me forever. Why on earth should I allow that to happen? Kate and Jack were committing unspeakable acts while pretending to be mere siblings. Why should I be the one to take the blame and endure their filth in silence?

" After listening to my words, Andre finally understood the reason behind my unusual behavior. It was because I knew the truth. I knew all of it. Andre stopped struggling. His eyes became vacant, and his body went limp as my guards dragged him away. I dusted my dress and turned around, ready to welcome my new life—one that was filled with happiness.

The carpet drank up the blood, spreading the red stain wider and wider. When he was done, he doused the house with gasoline, over the furniture, the walls, Jessica’s mutilated body, and himself. Then the lighter flicked to life, and he hurled it into the colorless liquid. The flames roared skyward, devouring everything in their path like a raging storm. My soul drifted through the searing waves of heat, watching as the past was consumed, leaving nothing behind. Then there was silence. For a long time, the fire kept burning. Then, through the flickering blaze, a single figure emerged.

She let her gaze go out of focus, letting the shape turn into a river, a road, a line she might someday cross. Less than a month. She closed her eyes. The question did not demand an answer tonight. It rested, content to wait, the way some truths did when they trusted her to return. Outside, another train thundered past. The city kept moving. Inside, Celeste stayed where she was, anchored to the floor, to the quiet, to the shape of herself as she was now—seen without being claimed, steady without being still, letting the world look if it wanted, knowing when to look back. Her breath slowed as the city’s noise faded, and for once, it felt like enough to simply remain. The apartment exhaled aro

I'll make sure you're kept fed and clothed. With a frown, she snapped, "What are you waiting for? Apologize now!" The guards and medics closed in, making sure I could not bolt. Rebecca's relentless pressure had been a bitter pill, and my pride was at stake. However, I knew that once someone was in a mental hospital, they might as well kiss the outside world goodbye. So, swallowing the disgrace, I bent over. As I was gearing up to say I was sorry, I felt a pair of strong hands steady me.

Her tone sharpened slightly. “You cannot let them see you fall apart.” My jaw clenched. “How?” “Because your enemies are waiting for exactly this moment.” I laughed again weakly. “They already won.” “No.” Her voice cut firmly through mine. “They want you unstable. They want you reckless. They want you drowning in sorrow so deeply that you stop searching for truth.” I looked at the candles again. “What truth is left now?” “The one that can still destroy them.” Silence. The flames flickered between us.