Half Truth Book Novels & Stories

“You didn’t hit your head or anything, so why pretend like you’ve got a concussion? Are you trying to gain sympathy from Pierce? “Holly isn’t even crying, but you, a grown woman, are crying in pain. Isn’t that a bit much?” Pierce’s fleeting concern vanished, replaced immediately by a look of disgust. “Stop pretending you’re some pitiful dying woman. Your sixty bright, shining years of life are written clear as day. You can’t fool me.” My heart ached as I knew that he was the one who had been lying to me all along. I thought back to the whirlwind marriage between me and Pierce, to the sweet, intimate days we had shared.

Serves them right. 'Does anyone know why? Weren't they madly in love just half a year ago? He even gave up a wealthy heiress for her.' 'Who cares? People like that don't deserve a good ending.' 'Wait for the official report. Terrifying. A reminder—don't ever do something you can't live with.' I scrolled through the comments without a trace of emotion. In the kitchen, a pot of chicken soup was still simmering, meant to nourish my child.

"She's asking me to sit across from her and talk about how I became someone who builds things for other people instead of taking things for myself, and the honest answer to that question has some very specific details in it that I don't know whether to include." "What does your instinct say?" I asked. "My instinct says that the half-truth is worse than either the full truth or the simple professional version," he said. "It's the version that feels like concealment without actually protecting anything, because anyone doing serious research will eventually find the gaps in it and wonder what I was hiding and why." "And the full truth?"

Jane’s POV “The book of life isn't a single book?” I voiced my thoughts, unable to hold it in anymore. With everything they had been saying, it wasn't just the truth anymore, it was layers of truth. Secrets buried beneath secrets. As we uncovered one, we found another. And it made everything more complicated. “The Book of Life isn’t just one,” Liam said, his voice steady but serious. “There are five.” Five? My eyes widened in shock as the number echoed in my head.

“Can you not read the title?” I looked at the cover of the book. But I knew that was not the title for I could see the make-shift cover, hiding it. I did that too. “Yes, but I am asking about the real title.” “You have good eyes.” She took off the make shift cover, and now I could read the real name of the book. It was “One Hundred Ways To Kill A Liar.” And I was lying to her. “It is a forbidden book, so don’t tell.” What she said was more of a command or a warning.

“Look at how they’re dressed. There’s no way they can afford $5,000.” “These crazy women are getting out of control.” “You… you…” Mary had never seen someone twist the truth like this. She was gasping for air, clutching her chest, unable to speak. I held her, feeling her body shake. The kind old woman had never been humiliated like this in her life. “It’s okay, Mary,” I whispered. “Everything will be okay.” I patted Mary’s back to calm her down, then pointed at the $9.90 Groupon receipt.

At first she didn't quite comprehend with all the halves they were mentioning but then it occurred to her that twins were also called halves and couples were denoted as halves and that's the denomination her friends were making. "We're not going to rush you into making any decision." Lizzy said responsibly. It seemed strange hearing such a statement come from someone she's never known to be an adult but it sounded nice. "I want you to look at this." She said handing her what looked like a book. "And girls, I don't want any of you to trouble her with dirty thoughts. Keep them to yourself and let her think this through." She warned the girls, looking specifically at Jess. "It's your life and i

On the night before my wedding, the bridal party is too excited to sleep, so someone suggests a game of anonymous confessions. Everyone writes down one thing they want to say to me, the groom-to-be. I eagerly close my eyes, expecting heartfelt wishes and congratulations, but the first note stuns me. "You bastard. If you weren't forcing my sister to marry you, Lyle would be my brother-in-law!" Lyle Thomas is my best friend. Just three hours earlier, he called to apologize, saying a last-minute business trip had come up and he couldn't make it to the wedding. My hands tremble as I continue reading. "That watch she gave you as a wedding present is one Lyle turned down. He said it looked ch

She asked, her voice holding something close to anger. “To stop someone else from finding out.” That part at least was true. Thalia looked back down at the book quickly, flipping through the damaged section again before looking back at me. “You read it first.” It wasn’t a question. I nodded once. Ragnar cursed quietly under his breath. Thalia’s expression became harder to read now. “Then tell me exactly what was inside.” I already expected that question. So I gave her the version of the truth I prepared long ago. Carefully measured. Half truth. Half lie.

“You’re here.” “I’m here.” Martin closed the door behind him. Stepped closer. The chain felt heavy in his pocket, but he pulled it out—silver glinting under the desk lamp. Held it out. “I read the letters. All of them. I want to wear this again. But only if we do this right. No more half-truths. No more hiding. No more running.”