Know The Only Truth Book Review Novels & Stories

Come home, Jane! I had the guards pin him down and whispered into his ear, "Andre, did you think you were smart enough to play everyone like a fiddle? "I've known who you were all along. I know you faked your death. I remember how you had me abducted and left me to die in that fire. Now, it's time you paid the price." After listening to my words, Andre finally understood the reason behind my unusual behavior. It was because I knew the truth. I knew all of it.

Something that would give me the tools to expose lies and reveal evidence that had been carefully concealed. Something that would save Ethan. My fingers moved across another shelf, and then suddenly, they stopped. A book stood slightly apart from the others, as if it had been waiting for me. ‘The Book of Unveiled Truths” Just the name alone told me this book carried weight. Real power. The kind that could change everything. I pulled it from the shelf carefully, almost reverently. It was heavier than it looked, as if the words inside had actual substance or actual gravity.

“You only think that because you haven’t heard of my reputation. After a day or two in Mystic Rune pack, you will know the truth. All I wanted was to shout and scream and scream, but I pushed myself to say, “The truth women tell other women is not the same truth they tell men.” His smile grew. “There can be only one truth. All else is falsity.” I managed to sputter out, “Exactly.” He smiled, but his hold on my face and arm tightened. A second later, I realized why when someone’s hands touched my burns, the anguish rendering the world brilliant white, just Tristan’s grip keeping me standing as I howled and screamed in pain.

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

Bubbles of air choked her throat, keeping the whispers back, letting out only a stutter at best. Monica took the King James Version Bible, raised it up with a hand and nervously gulped down, different panic and guilt thoughts raced through her head but she dismissed them - not totally. "I solemnly state I will tell the truth without hiding or adding anything and I should be punished for false testimonies if I lie." Her voice sounded mechanical, like the voice of a person reciting something written. I implore you to say the truth, just this once!

A combination it didn't know existed but smelled so good. “...you tell me, princess.” “I'm not a princess.” “Of course, you are not. You are a dirty bitch who fights like a man.” “I'd rather be a dirty bitch that fights for what's right than to be a classy bitch that hides from the truth.” “What good is there to fight for the truth when everyone else knows it's a lie.” “A truth that no one knows about is not a lie but a mystery. And when that mystery is solved, the recognition that comes with it is gratifying.”

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.

As much as I love this time with him, and as much as I am just trying to stay focused on the moment, I can’t just ignore the shit going on in my head. “Are you going to tell me what this book is about?” He asks me and, seeing as I have been trying to be honest with him, regardless of the fact that he is still lying, I give him another truth. “You.” I say simply, but it is more than that. It is about the fact that I know exactly who he is, about how badly I just want the truth. This book is about how much I wish that I could tell him exactly how I feel. How I wish I could act on those feelings without being afraid that I would jump right into a burning fire with no hope of escaping the agony.

Confused by how did she tell a lie. "No, I'll prove it to you!" Then she runs back. One moment later, she came back while holding a book. "Here." She gave it to him. Ah! When he opened the book. He looked like he saw a ghost. "This means... I am a fiction?" "But why? Why does God play us! I suffered too much! I left you! I fought Jin! We and this God played before our lives?" Now he knows. The truth! He never believed it. Yet, upon that book, all of the truths was written there. Private or personal that book told them—

But I knew the truth now. She hadn’t left me. And she might never leave me. End Of Book One