Nothing In This Book Is True Novels & Stories

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.

I’ve cornered him now. “I don’t,” he shrugged, answering quite honestly. “I won’t know what is true or not, since there’s no one that can open that book. Trust me, I’ve tried. We’ve all tried, but it’s practically impossible to.” I blinked once again, not quite sure how to take things. I hope that the book contained answers and I’m sure it does, the only problem now was to open it and him saying it cannot be opened really pulled me in for a reality check, to be honest.

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!

As you can see from the title, this isn't a chapter, however, I just wanted to clear something up. This book is true, its 100% true and infact I have left a lot of things out because it would have been too much personal stuff to share. As you read the ending and remember everything you have read so far, please, just keep in mind that this actually happened to me.

It's a story just for your enjoyment and nothing else. This story and plot is solely of author's imagination. Nothing is real. If Any incident or people from this story actually have any similarity to the real life people , character or incidents, then it is only an co incidence and nothing more. This book is pure form of imagination. It's not real , any of it is not real. ©All rights reserved 2022

He let out a laugh and I looked at him confused. How was that funny? I brought out my notes and noticed he picked up the textbooks I had brought out the last time. “How did you know what textbooks I use?” He just shrugged his shoulders and muttered, “I’m really observant.” “Alright, we’re starting with what you actually do not understand.” “Everything?” “Excuse me?” I stared at him. “You’re joking.” I said dryly. “I wish I was.” “Okay, we’ll just use the syllabus. First topic, democracy and participation.”

She was not even looking at me. “I’ve met and talk to them personally,” I told my classmate. It wasn’t a lie, but she looked like I said something impossible. She stopped hitting the keyboard for a moment to look at me, confused. “You’re kidding, right?” “No. I am telling you the truth.” “You can’t fool me, Levi.” “It’s not a lie. Why does no one believes me? I guess people think what they read in books is all just fantasies.” “Because they are all fantasies. That’s why there are tales and stories,” she said to raise her point.

__________ Please read..... __________ This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

he professed and stared at me with the question as to why I did not tell the truth. I sneered at him. “So, you did read it, but you did not bother replying,” I shook my head in disbelief, but then I realized it doesn’t matter now. “Because I want to hear those words from you, Tara,” Blake uttered, looking at me with confusion. Sweat beaded my forehead, making me feel sure about one thing. I balled my fists, becoming hot under the collar to my obvious situation, that these siblings lured me here and lied to me.