A Restless Truth Novels & Stories

Let the photos poison everything they had left between them, fragile as it already was. She steps into the street, rain lashing against her cheeks like punishment for sins she hasn't committed. Droplets cling to her lashes, blurring the world around her into watercolor impressions of reality. But she doesn't stop. Doesn't slow. The cold seeps through her designer coat, but she welcomes it—anything to numb the burning in her chest. If no one will fight for the truth, she will. Even if it breaks her. Even if there's nothing left to salvage when the dust settles.

Not warmly. Not romantically. But approvingly. The mistress who knew. And chose her side anyway. Outside the study, the house remains quiet. They think tonight was a reckoning. They think I collapsed. They think truth ended something. They’re mistaken. Truth doesn’t end wars. It resets them. And this time.. I will not underestimate anyone. Not again. Not Lucy. Not Chase. Not fate. And certainly not myself. Let them believe I’m shaken. Let them think I’m small. Let them breathe. Because when I move next.. It won’t be from ego.

The last wish was for you, the very best you could have, a life you truly wanted, and not one trapped by me. I looked out at the endless horizon, feeling an overwhelming sense of calm. Henry, this time, I'm leaving on my own. Please don't miss me too much, okay?

It reminded her of the past that was always moving, never still, impossible to grasp no matter how tightly she clenched her fists. The truth had come out. It had clawed its way to the surface, gasping and raw. But truth wasn’t a clean thing. It didn’t wrap wounds neatly or promise peace. Sometimes, it only forced you to look at doors you had locked for a reason. Doors you weren’t sure you were strong enough to open.

3rd POV. Somewhere at the Veil, an island that holds the covenant between the dead and the undead. "Just stop, please! " She snapped pretty hard at him, her blonde, box-braided hair was drenched on the influence of the mysterious rumbling clouds, striking down heavy rains. She did not know she could do that, betraying him was not on her bucket list. Why would he come back, knowing the consequences? Why didn't he just go afar? She was thawed.

Standing in the center of the living room, Alex found it difficult to breathe for the first time. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It was a delivery person with a postcard mailed from Aspurg ten years ago. I had written it in my elegant handwriting. "To us ten years from now, may our love remain as it was in the beginning." Alex rushed out of the villa and called his assistant frantically. "Where's my wife? She's been missing for a month, and none of you noticed?" His assistant, Caleb Grover, trembled on the other end. "Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter said she wanted to go on a retreat for meditation and didn't want anyone to disturb her... We thought—"

“It’s no dream, sweetheart. We’ve transformed our dreams into reality. Despite all odds, I’m glad you chose me. Did you ever think you’d fall for a reckless man like me? Did you ever think your mom would want me for you?” Iris released a staggering sigh. “Maybe she wouldn’t have initially. But after what you did, she would have been proud of my choice. Yes, I felt guilty at first, but the attraction was too much to ignore. I couldn’t stay away from you, Maddox. You were like a reckless dream, a forbidden one. Yet my heart wanted you – only you. And I followed my heart.” His hold on her tightened as he pulled her to his side and held her there. “A reckless dream, huh? So how does it feel to h

This bed, once a sanctuary, now feels like a stage where the lies I've told pirouette around me, each one a specter of the life I thought I wanted. The silence roars like a storm, and within its grasp, I am struck by the irreversible path before me. The woman who once rested beside Alex, blissfully unaware, has disappeared, replaced by a stranger with eyes peeled open and a soul ignited with illicit cravings. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to fend off the assault of reality, but it's hopeless—the truth is seared into my core, an unyielding, throbbing force.

Theodore looks up “…What now?” And then Reality itself trembles Not breaking Not shifting Reacting To something approaching Something even all of this Wasn’t meant to awaken

No buts, just do what I say," she interrupted. She kissed my forehead and left me alone in Derek's room. I shook my head in frustration, No. I couldn't let this go. I was so close to figuring out what Hailee and Derek were hiding, and I wasn't going stop now, today was a fail, but like I said before, Failure is not in my vocabulary. A few weeks had gone by, and I couldn't think of a plan to find out the truth between Derek and Hailee. Crumpled up notes were on my floor scattered, ideas that wouldn't come to fruition. I laid on my carpet floor, staring up at the ceiling. Was I making a mistake? Derek wouldn't speak to me after our argument, and I felt guilty. I wanted us to be okay again, but