Bleeding Through The Truth Novels & Stories

Adrian’s expression tightens. The truth is between them now, raw and breathing. Julian can feel it pressing against his skin. He has spent his whole career using truth as a blade, but this does not feel like victory. It feels like standing too close to someone while holding something sharp and realizing too late that both of them might bleed. Adrian looks at Julian’s mouth. This time, there is no mistaking it.

"Randy's your best friend. If something happened to him while he was in our car, how would you explain it to his parents? I think the cut on your head has already stopped bleeding. Once we get home, I'll clean it up and bandage it for you myself, okay?" She sounded so sincere, as if she truly were only doing it for my sake. If I had not known the truth, I might have let her talk me into it again, just like before.

My consciousness faded as I drifted through a series of shallow dreams, with countless memories swirling in my mind. When I finally opened my eyes again, it was the next morning. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently spilling onto the bed. I blinked and looked up at the unfamiliar ceiling. A sense of disorientation washed over me. "If death is like this, it doesn't seem that hard to accept," I murmured with a bitter smile. When Tyree arrived, he brought both good and bad news. "The abortion surgery went smoothly, but..."

“You think that was about control.” “I think it was about perception,” I replied. “And you didn’t think past the moment.” His jaw tightened. “Explain.” I crossed my arms too, mirroring him without meaning to. “Yes,” I said, voice steady even though my pulse wasn’t. “Not because anyone was standing there with popcorn. Because rumors spread.” His eyes narrowed. “You think it’ll become a story.” “It already has,” I said. “By tomorrow it won’t be ‘a woman tried it.’ It’ll be ‘Damien Lockewood had to step in because Tanya couldn’t handle it.’”

Adrenaline is a liar. It tells you that you are invincible, that the bleeding doesn't matter, and that the cold is just a concept. But when the adrenaline finally drains away, it leaves the truth behind like wreckage on a beach. The truth was that my knees were shaking so violently I could barely stand.

Loyalty to betrayal. What was left? Truth. Not the emotional resonance of truth, but truth itself. stark, unadorned, and factual. The Gloom was a lie. A beautiful, intricate, devastating lie. But a lie nonetheless. I shifted my focus. I stopped pushing feelings of love and unity. Instead, I reached for memories-specific, crystalline moments of undeniable truth. I pushed the memory of Kael's confession in this very grove-the raw hatred in his voice, the admission of his crimes. This happened.

“When the truth comes out, I’ll burn their lies to the ground.” But as I stand there, the shattered goblet bleeding wine across the floor, a single question claws at me: What if the truth breaks me first?

" I understood what he meant. It was him! He'd killed Mom! My vision was clouded with red as I snarled like a feral animal, "You're a lunatic!" When he heard my voice and realized I could speak, he froze. Then, he cocked his head back and let out a maniacal laugh. "So, it looks like you know the truth." As if this were his last day on earth, he spilled the truth. "Yes, I was madly in love with her! You are her only flesh and blood, and you look so much like her. I poisoned you so you'd become mute and stay in this town for good!

Jocelyn wiped her tears and pulled Sean tightly into her arms. I recorded the entire livestream. Only now did I realize how influential money really was. It could make someone who once cared more about her pride than survival go online and cry for sympathy.

The impact sent me sprawling to the ground, my head wound gushing more blood than before. Just then, Rebecca's silhouette burst into my blurry vision. "Dad! Mom! How could you do this to my husband? This is way out of line."