A Restless Truth Novels & Stories

I stroked my curls gently, glancing at the clock on the wall to see it was 10:27pm. How time quickly flies.I stared back at the cheque. Jake... what’s your secret?.What’s that secret that you can’t tell me?.Are you scared that I am going to find out? or are you trying to taunt me?I stood up, walking to the window. I stared down at the streets. The lightings illuminating everywhere, making it appear so beautiful.Who are you, Jake?.How are you able to manage a double lifestyle without getting caught?.Why do you know too much about me?.Why are you being nice to me and for what reason?.You claim to know me, yet you aren’t scared of my family’s name. People trembled at my feet at the mention of m

Restless Sammy was sleeping very restless. She felt deeply tired. It was like she was in a continuous sleeping cycle that won’t end. When she found her surface to the consciousness it was like she was being dragged back deeper into sleepiness. Within her continuous falling darkness she saw the silhouettes of three people watching her, smiling with her, then they turned and disappeared but leaving her with the instinctive sense they loved her. “Wait!” she called trying to catch them.

This is intentional. Truth's crying stops. Absolute silence. The kind of silence that speaks volumes. "Truth?" I whisper, my voice breaking. No response. My hand reaches out again. The bassinet is warm. Empty. She was here moments ago. Now—nothing. A laugh echoes through the darkness. Not a child's laugh. Not any laugh I recognize. Cold. Calculating. Knowing. The lights flicker. Once. Twice. A single spotlight illuminates the room's center. Truth sits there. Perfectly still. Surrounded by the surveillance photographs we'd been studying moments before. Her tiny hand reaches out, touching an image—the one capturing her sleeping, moonlight dancing across her downy hair.

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

The warmth hit me again, but it didn’t help. Nothing helped. I kept moving, out of the greenhouse and into the cold morning air. My lungs burned as I finally stopped. I bent slightly as I tried to steady myself. My wolf was restless, confused, overwhelmed just like me. “Everything is a lie…” I whispered. Or maybe Everything was finally the truth. And I didn’t know which one was worse

The difference is less established for you. She said: that's a generous interpretation of what I'm doing. He said: it's an accurate one. She closed the laptop. The restlessness arrived fully in the second week. Not the productive restlessness of someone who needed more to do. The specific restlessness of someone whose identity had been organized around doing and who was now trying to exist without the doing as the primary structure. She told Senna. She had kept the Tuesday appointments. Of course she had. The appointments were the thing she had told Lena were non-negotiable and she was not going to immediately demonstrate that she had lied to her daughter.

They discussed their strategies, ensuring that they were prepared for whatever truths they would uncover. Alex, the leader with an unwavering determination, voiced their shared sentiments. "This chapter is crucial for us," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "We have come so far, and now it's time to face the truth head-on. Whatever it may be, we must be ready to embrace it and use it as a catalyst for change." Andrea, known for her intuition and empathy, added, "The truth has a way of setting us free. It may challenge our beliefs and shake the foundations of what we thought we knew, but in the end, it will lead us to a deeper understanding of ourselves and the world around us."

And when she finally spoke, her steadiness was a bit discomforting. “Jane… sometimes the truth doesn’t break us. It only shows that we’ve been living broken all along, and it gives us the opportunity to shape ourselves into something whole.” I wanted to believe her. I wanted to believe that uncovering the truth about my mother, about HAB, about Nathan, about Julia, about all of it, would give me wholeness instead of dragging me down to my knees. But the fear inside me whispered otherwise. Back to the Present I opened my eyes at my desk and drew in a deep breath.

Adon replied nonchalantly. Mrs Lancaster took a deep breath. "So, Sarah is telling the truth. You're cheating on her". "I'm not cheating on her mom, she lying...." Sarah didn't wait for him to finish before interrupting. "Lying, I'm lying. Adon, even if I'm lying, pictures don't lie. You were flirting with that waitress right before my eyes. Holding her and looking into her eyes seductively". "Flirting... do you even know what you're saying". Adon asked.

They had let me think the worst of them all this time, just so that I wouldn't suffer the weight of these memories. But surviving was not enough, I wanted to live and I would only achieve that by knowing the truth. And the truth was liberating. I no longer felt guilty for feeling the way I did about three different people, but I felt so many inconsistent and unreasonable things. I lost myself in Logan's grey gaze, the sparkle in his eyes, the calmness of his expression, -I... He put his finger on my mouth, “Okay.”