Psych And The Truth Comes Out Novels & Stories

"You are a really bad lier. You know that Vivian." He says and I feel my mind go numb. Staring at him. "What do....you mean?" I ask stuttering,his angry orbs not calming instead the storm in them rising. "It's human psychology Vivian.One easily forgets the lies we concoct. Yet you know what we can't forget?" "What?" I ask trying to be brave,when his next words wash away my bravery in the waves of his words tsunami. "The truth Vivian. We don't forget the truth."

I can feel the air gaining moist like it's about to rain. "Why the fuck do you care about that little human? She is mine!" My voice thickens, my monster on the surface. Fuck me! I'm not thinking clearly. Her scent—she's getting into my head again, causing me to act this way. Lucas spreads his palms out. The rumbling outside arises even more, followed by the eerie strike of thunder. "I'll repeat myself no more, brother." As Lucas' boot snaps the wooden fragments on the floor, I sink into his mind. I'll find out the truth by myself if he wouldn't tell me, except he shuts the door to his mind against me—harsh and hefty.

“That’s all this is.” I looked around the room. Everyone. Every face. Even the air felt like it was against me. But I refused to break. Not in front of them. “You can all think I’m insane if it helps you sleep,” I said, voice low. “But one day—very soon—the truth is going to come out. And when it does, I hope it fucking chokes you all.” And with that, I turned again. And this time… I didn’t stop.

Kelly, standing over a grave in Russia, clutching a gun. And me—watching Diane’s body, crying. Saying her name. A loud buzz. "To escape this room, one of you must answer: Who do you trust the least—and why?" Kane swore. “It’s a psychological chamber. He’s testing us. Trying to break us from the inside.” “No,” Caroline said quietly. “He’s trying to make us turn on each other.” I looked around. We were trapped in a truth game. And none of us were ready for the answers.

Everything he had done in the dark was now exposed to the light of day. "Victoria, I know I've wronged you these past three years. I shouldn't have lied to you, but you have to trust me when I say I've long fallen for you and I love you…" he started, but I cut him off. "You think I would still believe you?" I asked, my voice trembling with contempt. "To be loved by you—it's an insult!" The mechanic's wife handed over the video, an irrefutable piece of evidence. And the transfer records further confirmed the financial exchanges between Zach and Kayla.

His long legs crossed casually, yet he still radiated an air of complete control. "The person who hired those thugs was Brooke. I've already had someone send the evidence anonymously to both the police and Alex." I stared at him in shock, my grip on the covers tightening subconsciously. "What?" He raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Did you think I was just some guy who only knows how to acquire companies?" … The next morning, I was awakened by soft sounds. It was a team of doctors in white coats, their expressions solemn as they quietly set up various portable instruments beside my bed.

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.

And in doing so— He had exposed himself. But exposure isn’t defeat. It’s just another phase. Because now— He would respond. Not with perception. Not with pressure. But with something else. Something bigger. Something final. And as I stood there, watching the city glow beneath us, one thought settled in with absolute certainty— We had just uncovered the truth. But truth— Is only powerful if it’s believed.

“Because the truth would’ve made you hate me sooner.” The screen flickered again, a final message blinking across it. TRUTH_02: ACTIVATING IN 24 HOURS. I turned to him, my voice shaking. “What happens in twenty-four hours?” His eyes darkened. “Everything I’ve kept hidden… comes out.”

“It’s the truth. You ever feel like you know someone, only to be totally wrong?” XXX