Romans & histoires Nietzsche And Truth

"It doesn't. It never does. Truth doesn't matter. Only power matters." He stands up again. "Control is everything," he says. "My father taught me that. He taught me that the world doesn't care about right or wrong. It cares about who wins." His father finally speaks. "Control is everything," he repeats. His voice is calm. Cold. I don't look at him. "That's why we're still here," Nathan continues. "That's why people like you lose. Because you think the world is fair. You think if you just tell the truth, everything will work out."

She was sure of that. Tom eased off of her embrace, sad eyes almost void of anything. The faint pink hues splattered on his face were the only signs of life in him. "Truth is..." he trailed off. It was clear he was undergoing a mental battle as if trying to remember something. "Truth is like a wound, it hurts but cures," he finally uttered, confidently. To say she wasn't flabbergasted would be a huge falsehood. Zaphrina blinked a couple of times before shaking her head lightly as if she had just realized herself in Saturn.

Liora screamed, “STOP!” The woman turned, really turned this time. Her smile faltered. “You,” she said softly. “You’re loud.” Liora shook, rage and terror colliding. “You’re lying.” “I’m contextualizing,” the woman corrected. Miren snapped, “You’re shaping truth.” The woman inclined her head. “Truth requires shape to be held.” Astrael bared his teeth. “And who gave you the right?” The woman looked genuinely puzzled. “You did. When you kept living.”

“You do take after your mother afterall.” “Now, tell me, what do you wish to achieve with these?” He asks me. “I just want the truth to win.” I reply without flinching. “The truth?” He scoffs. “The truth is the story of the winning side.” He tells me. “You're wrong Alpha, the truth is the truth and should not be controlled by anyone or any small group of evil people.”

“Whatever we choose, we stay together. No hesitations. No betrayals. One step at a time.” I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. Desire whispered to me, teasing, tempting, promising easy survival if I let it. Lies called to me, insinuating that I could manipulate, cheat, or protect myself at the expense of the others. But Truth… truth demanded courage. Integrity. Sacrifice. It demanded that I put aside fear, passion, and temptation for the greater good. Elliot tightened his grip. “Truth is never the easiest path,” he said quietly. “But it’s the only one that doesn’t destroy you, or the people you care about.”

Alexander’s gaze darkened, but he didn’t respond. Kizito leaned back, drumming his fingers slowly against the table again. “You know what happens to men who think they can outsmart the system?” he said conversationally. “They end up spending the rest of their lives thinking about all the times they could’ve told the truth when it would’ve mattered.” Alexander scoffed softly. “Truth? You wouldn’t recognize the truth if it stood in front of you.”

-Nikolai has a huge grudge on this woman. "Shut up and just do your job or you will not have the chance to kill her."- It's nice to have him here because he is really good at his job but sometimes he's losing it for sleeping too much. How am I supposed to know? There's a lot of things...... I like about him. I just don't have the courage to tell him, I know that he's going to reject me if I were to confess. After all I will be the reason why her beloved woman will die.

Finding Vince and Vivian was unexpected, but not unfortunate. For a moment, he sat atop his brown gelding, watching the shack. Occasionally the sounds within drifted out, leaving no doubt what he had ridden up on. John was a calculating man, shrewd in business, borderline cruel. He thought first to break up the tryst, but an idea popped into his mind first. If he alerted Perry to this, he would no doubt insist on Vince marrying Vivian. That would l**k the Macabe and Hart plantations together as Vivian's inheritance would become Vince's through marriage.

Though it should not be much of a surprise when it comes to me and like they say, ‘Curiosity kills the cat' but in this case, it is a human. Cassandra noticed my momentary distraction. Her fingers tightened around her glass before she smoothly placed it down, “Nyx.” She called, her voice suddenly softer, almost coaxing. I dragged my eyes back to her, feigning indifference, “What?” Her lips curved slightly, but her eyes were sharp, “I asked you a question. Why would I simply hand the truth over to you?” I smirked, tilting my head, “Because you know I’ll find out either way.”

The sense that something fundamental had rearranged itself without his consent. Elena’s fixation on him had been predictable. Manageable. Her absence was not. Because it meant her attention had found something else. Something closer. Something older. And Nathaniel realized with cold clarity that whatever Elena had begun to see, it was no longer about desire. It was about truth. And truths, once pursued, did not stop simply because they became inconvenient.