Bitter Truths Novels & Stories

"We have to go up. But if that lift is corrupted… it's a trap." He took another sip of the detox, its bitter truth a burning path in his throat. This wasn't just a climb anymore. It was a plunge into the unknown, a desperate gamble against a foe that twisted not just flavors, but perception, and now, even machinery itself. The ascent of bitter truth was far from over, and the serpent's sweetness had found a new, insidious way to ensnare them.

He staggered backward, clutching his stomach as he screamed hysterically. "No way! That's impossible! I saw him get encased in the concrete with my own eyes. He had already lost all his limbs. "How could he have hidden a recorder pen? You're lying! Gabriella, you're lying to me!" As soon as he spoke, he froze on the spot. Gabriella calmly rose from the couch. "It's true. I lied about the recorder pen, but I know everything—you colluded with Oliver and leaked classified narcotics intelligence, causing the death of hundreds of our comrades. You even killed Daniel to silence him and fabricated evidence to frame Victor."

"Cut the crap. They're framing you? How would they know about the mole on your butt, huh? Marvin, didn't you say my sister was the only one for you? So, what's the deal with all these women? "I actually pitied you. So, I agreed to have your baby, never suspecting you'd already turned your back on my sister." Rebecca lashed out as she spoke, driving Marvin back step by step. "You ungrateful fool! I betrayed my own husband to have your kid and even got you a cushy job as hospital dean, all to spare you any hardship. And this is how you repay me? Hooking up with nurses and chasing after other women? "How can you be so utterly shameless?"

I can feel his gaze at me but I chose to look in front without meeting his gaze. I was betrayed enough I can't endure looking at him while hearing the truth from his own mouth. I feel like I will get betrayed once again today. But still, I don't want to live with lies anymore. I wanted to face the harsh reality even if it breaks me. Because a hurtful truth is better than a sweet lie. "My memory is coming back little by little. It's only a matter of time before I know the truth," I stared at him with my lifeless eyes, his gaze glimmering brightly with the shining orbs around.

"How can you be sure that she is okay? How did you know that she can handle it? Everything you've said were all lies. Explain properly. The truth... I don't care whether it's confidential or not. Explain it." The hunters, the people from the Monitoring Department, Mr. Ambrose, and President Carlton were all silent for a minute. The Organization President closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again and he sighed. He knew that he had no choice, but to tell them the truth, especially when Hunter Max was in this state. President Carlton knew that things would be bad if he continued to lie, he saw Hunter Max in this state in the past. It was when he lost the woman he loved.

“Secret.” “What was it?” Angel frowned even more at Dion's answer. Dion laughed again. “Secret. Whenever I think of green tea I always think of secrets.” He looked at Angel seriously. “You know when a cup of green tea combined with jasmine comes to you; the aroma is very distinctive and amazing. You are tempted and can even imagine the taste, before you taste it. However, then when you take a sip, you will surely wince, feeling the bitterness against your tongue. After that when you sip it repeatedly, and then you can find the beauty of its combined taste. Green tea is always secretive, it's not like the scent it displays, it even provides bitterness on first contact. You always have to li

“Heh. Aren’t you a frank one? You don’t even mince your words for how I feel.” “I’ve always been nothing but frank when it comes to relationships and s*x. It’s pure pleasure between two consenting adults. No need to sugarcoat that. I’d call that deceit, too. Inappropriate and unnecessary deceit. Truth is a bitter pill to swallow, but it’s better than telling a lie that hurts even more.” Javier sounded so casual and unfazed that Sofia’s heart sank even deeper. She would admit that he was right—that she liked hearing sweet nothings so much that the truth became hard to swallow.

♠ 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒊 𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚.

Blackwell’s words slice through her as she reads, and the weight of the truth crashes over her like a wave, pulling her under. “My parents lied to me my entire life,” she whispers, the tremor in her voice revealing the depth of her betrayal. “They poisoned me with wolfsbane rather than accept what I was.” Blackwell's pity lingers in his eyes, mixed with the vindication of a truth he long sought to reveal.