Finding Truth Book Novels & Stories

Thinking. Then I let out a slow breath. “Not clean,” I muttered. I hadn't gotten the full answer I needed but it was enough. Enough to know that something inside that house wasn’t right. Enough to know that the truth was being handled… just like that page. Repeatedly. Carefully. Hidden in plain sight. My fingers brushed against the front cover of the book. Half the truth was all I had for now. But it was more than I had yesterday. And it was enough to let me take the next step. I started the engine. And drove off.

She countered hitting a sensitive spot. I narrowed my eyes and her expression softened. “I only say the truth, do what you can with it.” She turned on her heel then walked away. I lowered my gaze to the book in my hands. My pulse thudded against the leather cover. It's time to face the truth. I swallowed, lifted the book, and whispered, “Show me the people in the water.” The pages trembled, fluttering as if caught in a breeze only the book could feel. Then it stilled. A single sentence bled across the page in dark red ink:

Thomas studied him for a moment too long. “Well,” he said finally, “visiting can be dangerous here. People come for a weekend and end up staying for a lifetime.” Lena grinned. “Or they stay long enough to unravel everyone’s secrets.” Thomas huffed but began unpacking books. Clara leaned toward Alex. “Tell me something true,” she said softly. He regarded her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. “Are you certain you want truth?” “Yes.” He lowered his voice. “Truth rarely arrives whole. It comes in fragments. A word overheard. A face remembered. A detail that doesn’t fit.”

With all the money your family has, why fuss over a little investment? I saw her pleas and did not hesitate to hit block and erase her number. The divorce was another matter I left to my dad's lawyer. It was a straightforward case; the papers were ready in a month. Rebecca had been unfaithful first, so the divorce was a slam dunk for me. She tried every trick in the book to reach me, but I never gave her the satisfaction of a reply. I stood my ground, and she would never touch me again. Not in this lifetime.

At least I wouldn't have to witness their happy family of four and smell that nauseating mixture of scents. Memories flooded back like an uncontrolled tide. Alex and I had met when we were nobody special. I had supported him through his journey from an unknown programmer to a leading figure in the field of AI. For ten years, we had been the soulmates everyone in our circle envied. The first time, he was drugged by a business rival and slept with Brooke, who was just an intern then. He called me immediately, his voice shaking. "Em, I was set up! I swear on my integrity that this was the only time! I've handled everything cleanly. She'll never appear before us again!"

Bullsh*t I know she know something. " Tell me everything now!" She just looked at me and took out her phone then did something that I don't know. "Let's go home" I didn't listened to her instead I looked at her because I want to know the truth, why this is happening, who are those people and what is their purpose? "I'm not yet ready to tell you the story but I assure you that I will, not now though."She didn't even gave a glance at me. I have no choice but to drive when I saw a group of people riding a motorcycle.

I took out a divorce agreement once again and had Jocelyn sign it. This time, after making sure I was the one leaving with nothing, she signed without hesitation. "Give me the lottery ticket." She did not even try to hide the greed in her eyes. I put on a puzzled look. "What lottery ticket? I have no idea what you're talking about. The winning ticket was just a lie to fool you." I gave her a faint smile and spoke slowly. Jocelyn froze. She could not believe what she had just heard. "That's impossible. The lottery shop owner came to congratulate you on that day!"

"But I’d rather not wait to find out." He studied me for a moment before shrugging. "There’s one way to get your answer, sweetheart. You’d just have to ask him yourself." "You make it sound so easy." I said, rolling my eyes. "It is. Go in there, demand the truth, and if he lies, break his nose. Simple." I rolled my eyes again. "Violence isn’t always the answer, Alden." "Says the woman who acted like a tigress the first time we met."

“They say you have the footage. Nobody knows who leaked it, but many already do.” I wasn’t surprised. The council members had all seen the videos. Someone would talk. I didn’t need to know who. It was enough that the information was out. In my last life, I screamed until my throat bled and nobody listened. This time, they believed what they saw. The truth didn’t need shouting; it needed an opportunity to be seen. I closed the book and set it aside. “Leo.” “Yeah?” “Thank you.” He glanced at me but said nothing, stood, and turned off the living room lights. Footsteps faded down the hallway. The door to his room clicked shut.

In this woman's hands, holding a book that had started with one true sentence and become, page by page, the fullest version of the truth I knew how to tell. Still here. Always still here.