Finding Truth Book Novels & Stories

“Whatever you saw back there, it’s chewing you alive. And you’re too proud to admit you want someone to tell you what the hell it means.” I hated how much he was right. My hands trembled faintly in my lap, so I pressed them hard against my thighs. “Do you even want to know the truth?” he asked suddenly, his tone sharper now. I blinked. “What?” “Truth’s a funny thing,” he said, twirling a pen he’d snagged from the seat pocket. “Everyone thinks they want it until they get it. Then they realize it’s heavier than the lie. So, tell me, Amelia. Do you actually want to know? Or are you just scared of what you’ll do with it when you find it?”

“When I started writing this book, it wasn’t to explain myself. It wasn’t to defend anything. It was just… to tell the truth as I experienced it.” I paused slightly, glancing down at my notes but not really needing them. “And I think somewhere along the way, I realized something important. That truth doesn’t need to be perfect to be valid.” I looked up again. “I made mistakes. I hurt people. I was also hurt. Those things can exist at the same time.” Richard’s eyes stayed on me, but he didn’t interrupt. I continued. “I spent a long time thinking I had to choose between being honest and being understood. I don’t think that’s true anymore.”

“Don’t lie. Your eyes are swollen.” I stiffened but didn’t answer. He let it go. “Regardless, you shouldn’t have touched these documents.” “Then don’t leave them lying around.” Another jaw tick. Score one for Tanya. He leaned forward, hands on the desk. “What you uncovered could cost someone their job. Or their freedom.” I swallowed. “So someone was cooking the books.” His silence was confirmation. “Don’t mention this to anyone,” he said. “Not a word.” “I won’t.”

"What is driving your involvement here. Professional interest. Personal alignment. Or ambition." "Truth," he said. The simplicity of the word was almost disarming. People who claim complex motivations are generally protecting something. People who say simply truth have usually examined themselves closely enough to mean it. "Truth rarely travels alone," I replied. "It tends to attract reputation alongside it." "I value truth more than comfort," he said. The sentence settled between us with a weight I had not entirely anticipated.

A room with a large table in the middle, while the surroundings are full of high shelves that rise to the ceiling. Various books are neatly arranged on the shelves. "I'd love to break your arms and legs out of shape." Aldrich threw a very thick book at Derrick. Derrick avoided the book. "Hi, Cousin!" "Say what you want and then disappear from my life." "Relax, we can talk while drinking some of your wine collection." Aldrich smiled as if in agreement but in contrast to what he did next. With a very fast movement, Aldrich banged Derrick's head on the large table in the middle of the room until it bled.

He just don't want to admit at that he messed up on this. "Trust this only thing left after you removed all the impossible. Then this thing must be the final product of what you've processed. Do not think for the other possibility.for the truth must be accepted, even if it breaks your emotions down," the chairman said. "That's my advice for you, dear future detectives." He was already giving advice. I must say he have hit some parts in my emotions. The truth was sweet for some, but sometimes it tastes bitter for someone who have suffered.

PART THREE: THE SUN’S RISING CHAPTER 46 There are times the wanting the truth is similar to telling me that I crave ice cream for the day. And there are times when I don’t want to hear the truth though there’s an urge inside me to find it out. Similar to wanting ice cream while feeling ill. Truth hurts. Truth pains. Truth is unbelievable.

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.”

In my nervousness, I exposed my true colors and dropped the act of a demure young lady. Fortunately, Craig was hostile to Cindy as well. I had nothing to worry about at all. … I hadn't expected Craig to slap me at the café. He hissed at me, "Eden, you evil and wretched woman! How could you hire someone to stage an abduction and sully Amy? You don't deserve to call yourself our family. Get lost, now!" I had no idea how Craig found out about the truth. He lambasted me right there. "Craig, I was wrong. I did everything because of you!" I fell onto my knees and begged for mercy, but he left me behind.

It seemed she wanted me to go close. “We don't even know what kind of book it is. What kind of book floats?” I responded, trying to make sense of whatever was going on. “You don't actually need to know, just find out the truth that's why you're here isn't it?” I nodded, determination forming in my eyes. That was truly the reason why I was here. I found out the truth. I immediately rushed towards the place where the book had settled, and then the pages began to flip on its own.