Pursuit Of The Truth の小説・ストーリー

They had let me think the worst of them all this time, just so that I wouldn't suffer the weight of these memories. But surviving was not enough, I wanted to live and I would only achieve that by knowing the truth. And the truth was liberating. I no longer felt guilty for feeling the way I did about three different people, but I felt so many inconsistent and unreasonable things. I lost myself in Logan's grey gaze, the sparkle in his eyes, the calmness of his expression, -I... He put his finger on my mouth, “Okay.”

"I don't even know you, Misha! I've never done anything to harm you. Why are you accusing me of plagiarism? I demand an answer." Though she quickens her pace, attempting to escape the confrontation, I match her every stride, my determination driving me forward. The truth will be unveiled, and I won't let her slip away without providing the answers I seek. Together, we navigate the streets, a tension-filled pursuit. I persistently question Misha, refusing to back down. The weight of injustice propels me forward, fueled by a relentless pursuit of the truth. Misha attempts to evade me, but I am steadfast in my mission to uncover the motives behind her accusations

Not again. Not after everything he's seen—the documents, the bodies, the lies stacked upon lies until truth feels like a distant memory. But something itches beneath the surface of his consciousness—something unfinished, something Flora said in their last confrontation. Her words echo in his mind, haunting him: *"Your instinct believes me, even if you don't want to admit it."*

And for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t just chasing the truth. I was finally catching up to it.

“But he doesn’t know who you truly are, does he? Do you want to continue living a lie? Don’t you want to know the truth?” “And what is the truth? What happened that night when I was almost murdered?” For the first time since I met her, the strange witch looked torn. And when she looked away from me, toward the window, I knew she wouldn’t be telling me what I wanted to know—the truth. “You will find it out yourself.” I didn’t bother to dignify that stupid comment with a complaint or shout. “Maya, you are on a journey… one where you won’t be offered truths on a platter of gold, but rather through thorough seeking—to make you appreciate the truths more and work with them better.”

The truth, whatever it may be, would undoubtedly reshape my perception of the world I had come to know. With each determined step, I steeled myself for the revelations that lay ahead. I was prepared to confront the unknown, to seek the truth that had eluded me for far too long. The journey to uncover the secrets of Nate's hidden life had only just begun, and I was determined to see it through to its startling conclusion.

So, he started his quest to satisfy his uncontrollable desire. In the beginning, he experimented with insects. Later, it changed to a small animal. Then, a wicked idea flickered inside his mind. Can't he use humans? After all, not all humans are worthy to survive in this world. Some are bound to be hunted down and be preyed on by a mighty predator. This is the law of nature.

Nothing more. Vesta leaned against the wall, head up. She stared blankly at the ceiling for a minute. “I want the truth. I want the truth, only but the truth. Who did that thing to him? I want to find out what, who and why,” Vesta said to herself. There was something Jake didn’t tell her, she can feel It. He is hiding something, and she needs to know what it was. She tightly fisted her hand. It was not the time for her to feel hopeless. She only needs to do one simple thing to find the trail that will lead her to his brother, to find the truth.

She had known it would be, since approximately March. She wrote: I learned that truth is a process rather than an event. You do not arrive at it once and possess it permanently. You maintain access to it through the ongoing choice to be honest even when the alternative is more comfortable, and that maintenance is daily work, not a thing that can be completed and set aside.

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!