Pursuit Of The Truth Novels & Stories

It’s what she needed, it’s what she’s yearning for, the truth. In life, the truth isn’t naturally an easy subject, the truth will always hold the weight of horrors that implores hardships and unacceptance to many. But then again, people will rather bury the truth than accept it. For some, they’d rather face it even if it were a knife stabbed on their chests. To be enlightened from the shadows, from the truths that hid them in the dark, it’s what they yearn for, and so does Crystal.

"Why couldn't you have permitted a tribunal? Because she would have been the only one speaking the truth?" "The truth," the Home Secretary tribunal, "is that she had been employed by the intelligence services for approximately ten years. Who did she think she was? What did she think she was doing? What material did she consider she was watching every day? Where would I be if every person working for MI6 or MI5 vision of truth could trump their duty to this country? We're in the heart of a war," he continued. "In any war, truth is the first victim. Can you not see that? Could she not see it?"

Because once I start chasing the truth… I don’t stop. Not until I burn everything down to find it.

I blinked, “I thought as much.” Yasmin sighed, “I didn’t know for sure until recently. But the way Cassandra’s been moving, the way she’s hunting you down it’s like she’s trying to finish what she started. If she finds out who you really are, that's if you really are the person she thinks you are, she will eliminate you the second she gets the chance.”

“Then I keep looking.” Jax stared at me like he didn’t recognize me. “You’re not chasing her anymore. You’re chasing a ghost.” “I’m chasing truth,” I said quietly. “Truth doesn’t fix anything.” “No,” I said. “But lies already ruined enough.” He shook his head. “You think this is noble, but it’s not. It’s obsession.” “Maybe,” I said. “But it’s the only thing that still feels real.” He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “What are you hoping to find? Closure? Forgiveness?”

They discussed their strategies, ensuring that they were prepared for whatever truths they would uncover. Alex, the leader with an unwavering determination, voiced their shared sentiments. "This chapter is crucial for us," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "We have come so far, and now it's time to face the truth head-on. Whatever it may be, we must be ready to embrace it and use it as a catalyst for change." Andrea, known for her intuition and empathy, added, "The truth has a way of setting us free. It may challenge our beliefs and shake the foundations of what we thought we knew, but in the end, it will lead us to a deeper understanding of ourselves and the world around us."

"A friend. Or will be, eventually. But right now, you are not ready for the truth you seek." "What truth?" "Who the shadow caller is. What he wants from you. Why he chose you specifically." The figure moves slightly, but stays in shadow. "You're still thinking like prey. Like someone being hunted. Until you think like a hunter, you're not ready to face him." "Then help me. Tell me what I need to know." "Information without understanding is just noise. You must earn the knowledge you seek. Through your trials. Through your choices. Through your pain."

By the time dawn broke again, Kaelen had made a silent vow. He would discover the truth. No matter what lies Selene spun, no matter how the bond pulled at him falsely, no matter how the council or his warriors doubted—he would listen to his wolf. Because the unrest inside him was not madness. It was the truth clawing free. And Kaelen was no stranger to chasing truth through blood and fire.

"Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter said she wanted to go on a retreat for meditation and didn't want anyone to disturb her... We thought—" "Find her! Turn the entire city upside down if you have to, but bring her back to me!" Soon, someone brought him a necklace found in a gutter in a back alley. It was my necklace that I never took off. More specifically, it was a white gold chain with a tiny perfume bottle pendant containing the unique "First Love" fragrance I'd created just for him. Alex staggered back two steps, the world spinning around him. In the days that followed, he searched like a madman through every place I might have gone. My favorite spice shops, bookstores, and art galleries.

But this wasn’t a game of winning. It was a game of knowing the truth. And the truth? Truth always came with fire.