Know The Only Truth Book Review Novels & Stories

she said solemnly, "I need you to understand something." "What?" "You have a choice right now, Sera. A choice that will determine the course of your life." Her eyes bore into mine with unsettling intensity. "You can walk away. Pretend this conversation never happened. Continue living in ignorance, and your life will be simpler. Perhaps even happier." My mouth went dry. "Or?" "Or you can open this book and learn the truth about who you are. About where you come from." Her voice dropped to barely a whisper. "But I warn you, the truth is cruel. Once you know it, you can never unknow it. It will change everything."

Chloe gave a satisfied hum, rolled over, and went back to scrolling on her phone. The dorm room fell quiet. I lay on the top bunk, staring at the ceiling while my mind raced. In my last life, I knew nothing, so I did nothing. This life, I knew everything. So I had three things to do. First, let them destroy themselves. Second, leave evidence. Third, keep myself clean. I dug out my old phone and opened a shopping app. I ordered a pinhole camera, small enough to clip to a collar. Then I ordered a micro voice recorder that could run for eight hours.

Allen said to himself, ‘What is it trying to do? Allen wanted to read the books because he was quite curious right now about this strange situation that he found himself in. He was alone, so he could only get accurate information in this way. Well, a system was also with him, to give him some tips and tricks from time to time. And read some interesting facts and figures. Allen picked the first book, but the system said “Kindly only read the specified books” Allen said, “But it is among them” The system said “Yes. But you haven’t read the book that I said to start with”

Maybe a female? It stopped, however, as if knowing my thoughts—that I was waiting for it. I released a resigned sigh. “I am going. But first… these books in the library... are most of the information in them correct?” A nod. “Especially the ones on the wall.” I balked. You have to be kidding me. There was no way. “See? You’re being doubtful when you are hit with only a dosage of the truth. Are you sure you are actually ready for the truth you think you are desperate for?” El asked.

Claire brings a huge cake, decorated with dinosaurs and books. "Aunt Claire!" the boys run to hug her. Alex hugs me from behind as we watch the scene. "Happy?" he asks. "At peace," I answer. My new book rests on the table: "Hidden Truths - How Silence Almost Won". In the dedication, a simple message: "For Oliver and Noah, Who taught me that the best stories are those we have the courage to tell. And for Claire and Sarah Bennett, Who showed us the price and value of truth." "SOPHIA HAWTHORNE LEADS BESTSELLERS LIST: 'Hidden Truths' Revolutionizes the Publishing Market"

I trailed off, his eyes boring into me. Yeah. He knows and his eyes were literally saying, ‘don’t lie to me, I can see right through you’. Fuck. “Even if I don't know, it's not my fault, I've been used to accepting it like that. So what if I don’t know?” I said, tilting my head, “Not like it matters. You’re still alive, aren’t you?” Alden hummed, the sound low and mocking as he took a slow step closer. His presence alone was enough to set off warning bells in my head, but I refused to show it.

"Mr. Hayden, back then, the police had already found evidence linking Miss Wood as the murderer. The truth won't change just because you refuse to see it." The words settled like stones in his chest. And deep down, he knew. He had always known. But love has a way of blinding even the clearest eyes. And for three years, he had chosen not to look at the truth.

When I first discovered Pierce had lied to me, I believed it was because he had fallen for Jessica. At the time, I lamented that this gentle, attentive man who had once loved me had merely been pretending all along. He had performed every act of affection, but at his core, he was just like any despicable man; rotten to the bone. Yet now, I heard something that shook me to the core. Could it be that his moral compass was still intact? Could it be that he still felt shame?

 Curiosity: The sad thing about it is the mesmerizing urge. The interminable doubt and the cast-iron certainty that only the truth brings peace. Only the truth can save the mind from cluttering into an entanglement and wrapping itself into the foils and claws of a mystery. Only the truth will unravel the mind which has become a slave to the hidden things.

I take one last look at myself until I strike a pose and say,"Perfect," I hear mom from downstairs telling me to hurry up, so I grab my book bag and put on my glasses and was about to leave my room until I remember my most important thing. I go to my book-shelf and pull out a book that reads, Gone Girl by Giliian Flynn on the front cover. I've always loved mysteries; I can't remember one day where I wasn't watching Criminal Minds or Goosebumps in my room.