Novel & Cerita Bitter Truths

The dark night always reminded people of many things that they didn't dare to imagine. Sometimes people were more frightening than evil spirits. The most poisonous thing in the world was not the arsenic, but the human heart. Some people could be unscrupulous for money, some could do whatever they wanted, and some could crush others under their feet for their own lives. Someone... It was an eternal truth that truth, goodness and beauty were always opposite to falsehood, wickedness and ugliness. All of a sudden,Tristan wanted to smoke a cigarette, so he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and lit it up in the wind.

I added, "He's been feeling guilty over accepting your bribe, so he chose to tell the truth. He's already been removed from his position." Valerie suddenly smiled eerily. "It's all he deserves for being so easily swayed by money. It was almost as if he'd never seen it before! He could barely take his eyes off it when I took it from my pocket."

I dropped it back on the tray, shaking my head from the disgust. As a mercenary, we had been trained to drink almost all kinds of drinks, sweet, bitter, strong, when it was necessary. I couldn't even get drunk no matter how much I drank, it was like a superpower of some sort. I sighed, there was barely anything sweet in this place. They were all so bitter and alcoholic that it hurt. Well, what was I expecting? I came to a place filled with drug lord, mafia lords and illegal business people. And worse, they all smelled of sweat.

Eden hissed, her face contorted into an ugly expression. I fell into silence before slowly replying, "I'm about to die soon. Why must you still come after me?" Eden replied, "Why can't you die sooner then? You're causing me to suffer so much every day!" I never thought her hatred for me had run so deep. Even now, as I was on the brink of death, she still had no intention of letting me go. I said, "You're so pitiful, Eden. Some things are just like quicksand—the harder you try to hold on, the faster they slip away. You'd rather get admitted into the mental asylum than give yourself a break?"

This was all an act, a game we were playing for different reasons. But I couldn’t let him know that. Josh’s father studied me, his sharp gaze piercing into my skin. He was searching for cracks, looking for the moment I’d break. I kept my face still. For a long, unbearable moment, he said nothing. Then— Bang! The sound of his palm slamming against the table sent a jolt through my body. “You’re lying.” His voice was hard, filled with authority. He scoffed and said, “Not only are you poor, but you aren’t truthful as well.”

Felix came up to me guiltily and said, “Sorry, Jasmine. The messages you saw were all… nonsense on my part. “Ethan only loves you. Anna's feelings are unrequited. “It's the same this time as well. Anna threatened to commit suicide at the company, so Ethan had no choice but to meet her. It happened at the office, and everyone was watching. He didn't do anything to betray you!” I could not be bothered to ask anymore. What did it matter how many times he betrayed me? The fact remained that the whole thing was rotten. I held my abdomen as I stood up. “You can call me when you're ready to get that divorce. I'm not interested in anything else.”

And If Sanjh is living her normal life then it doesn't matter. ******************************* Some truth is better if that doesn't come out but sometimes this theory is wrong. The truth may be bitter but from sweet harmful lies, bitter truths are better. ************************

, I begged her. She let out a big sigh. "Alright. Now, listen carefully. The truth I'm going to reveal won't be easy at all for you to believe. So, promise me, no matter what I say you'd believe me as I believe you, ok?", She asked. "I promise.”, I replied. "Alright, so listen to me. All the things you said are correct. They aren't normal but if you knew till now it is impossible for a clever student like you to not know the correct answer, right? Of course, you know that you're a vampire.

Instead, I would be a positive force—a warrior with the sword of truth to battle the darkness directly. As I allowed myself to rest at last, I made one final entry on my recorder: "The price of truth is steep, and tonight we paid dearly. But each wound, each moment of fear, is a badge of honor for the strength of secrets that must be told. I will not fail. I will tell all the lies, and the truth will be known.”