Bitter Truths Novels & Stories

68 "If truths were as sweet as lies, humans will always tell it but lies are satisfiable to those who tell it. Lies are one sided. Truths are beneficiary to both sides yet they are painful." Helen said. "Is there a truth we don't know?" Delanie asked Helen. "There has always been a hidden truth between you, your sister, Denver, and Kyle. A truth that will shatter you all completely." Helen answered. "A truth we don't need to hear." Denver stated.

"I don't know. It sounded a bit childish." "Well, that's what you do to me." "Fuck. You're too much of a sweet mouth." "No. I just enjoy speaking the truth boldly." "So you're not lying?" "If we meet again and I tell it to your face, will you believe me?" She bit her lower lip. "You want to see me again?" "Even if Heaven speaks against it, yes, I do." "Gosh! You really are a sweet talker." He chuckled. "Like I said, I basically enjoy the truth. If it sounds or tastes like candy to you, it's not my fault that I'm able to defy the phrase that says, 'the truth is bitter'."

“But you are linked with it.” “The pack fears you,” he continued. “Not because of what you are but because of what the Alpha refuses to explain.” “I can’t explain what the Alpha doesn’t allow me say ,” I said quietly. Kinsely stopped pacing. “And that,” he said, “is the problem.” I met his gaze. “Then say it for me.” . “You want me to expose him?”he asked surprised “I want the truth,” I replied. Kinsely look at me for a long moment. “The Truth is always bitter .”

Look at me now, look at where my blind trust and loyalty has gotten me, here, alone, in this horde, dying. A thousand teeth sank into my arms, my legs, my side. My strength was waning, my will was gone. Pain became a river, washing over me, and yet… even in the end, my mind clung to the bitter truths I’d learned too late. Far far too late. Love could betray. Family could abandon. And no amount of kindness could save you from the world.

Finnley said sarcastically, looking at me with disgust. He was still gently patting Sabrina's back to comfort her. This man had once been this gentle only with me. I felt extremely irritated. "You only need to ask around to find out the truth, but you choose to believe only her side of the story. I think you just want to use this as an excuse to insult me, not to know what the truth is! How blind you are!" Gritting my teeth, I retorted angrily. Finnley's face became paler and paler, but the smile on my face became brighter and brighter.

Sitting up, he saw the sun glittering on shards of glass littering the carpet; all that was left of a Parisian whiskey decanter his father had thrown at him last night after returning from the disastrous party. Sleepily running his hand through his hair, he encountered the bruise on his face. So, it had been more than a dream-- the whole debacle had been real. The whiskey had dimmed the memory into a fragmented nightmare that replayed itself over and over. Vince made his way to the washbasin to splash cool water on his face, hoping to clear his vision and head.

Alan listened, unable to stop tears from welling up in his eyes. He finally learned the truth. All along, he had misunderstood Summer. The Leilani he thought was innocent and naive was actually so promiscuous and vile in private. Yet he had been blind, hurting the Summer he loved most for the sake of such a despicable woman. He had broken her heart again and again. How desperate must Summer have been to leave without even saying goodbye? Alan closed the door expressionlessly, made a phone call, and turned to leave.

Hold on to me," he whispered in panic. My vision blurred, and I let the abundant tears fall. I don't even understand Alice talking on the side. My heart and mind were focused on the pain, as if I had been betrayed. By the way, it is treason that my own blood wants me to disappear from the world. "Am I a bad person?" I asked regretfully. I felt Aldo's soft kiss on my temple, and then he pulled me up. "No, you are not. I am more than a beast compared to anyone else. You don't deserve this pain, Sweetie," he answered sincerely as we went up the stairs. I didn't think about Alice anymore because of the pain I was feeling. Why does the world seem unfair to me? Don't they really love me at least a

The piece we shaped from formless agony portrayed a pale face and straining veins at the crux of choosing bitter untruths for momentary relief, or shouldering short-term darkness to prevent prolonged community corrosion ahead. The lurid almost grotesque contortions depicted the cost of easy betrayal while divine wings hovered wispy, hinted grace awaiting resolute souls navigating conscience throughVenom’s grasping fog. However hideous the crucible now appeared, truth would liberate defeated dreams to soar ahead unfettered again I vowed wetly. Beauty walked often by harrowing roads but we might yet take blameless wings if cleaved resolutely to that righteousness reflecting beyond cheap distor

“I thought... Where’s the but?” “The but is that sometimes... sometimes you can lack a filter?” Liviana says, careful of her words as if not wanting to set off a bomb. “And that’s a bad thing?” Leona grows exasperated, not seeing their point as the surrounding four agree. “So, what? I’m honest! Since when does that make someone a bad person?!” “It doesn’t.” Violet assures. “It’s just that... at times.... you can be a little too honest.” “And it’s not a bad thing.” Liviana goes on, stepping in before Leona could start up again. “I’d like a truth teller, above a liar. Even if they can be a little blunt at some of the wrong times.”