Pursuit Of The Truth Novels & Stories

“These two have been meeting in barns for months. Vivian threw herself at Vince and ruined our relationship.” "Lie!" Perry looked at Kathleen in disbelief. "How dare you call my daughter a liar!" It was Judd Randall who stepped to his daughter's side. He was a retired general of the Calvary, and still carried his body straight and proud despite his permanent injuries. He knew of his daughter’s indiscretion and condition, he had supported her idea to tell Vince. After all the father had a right to know. After this, though, he would not support a forced marriage. There were other ways to go about this. His sharp yes shushed Kathleen.

I must find out the truth. ‎

No buts, just do what I say," she interrupted. She kissed my forehead and left me alone in Derek's room. I shook my head in frustration, No. I couldn't let this go. I was so close to figuring out what Hailee and Derek were hiding, and I wasn't going stop now, today was a fail, but like I said before, Failure is not in my vocabulary. A few weeks had gone by, and I couldn't think of a plan to find out the truth between Derek and Hailee. Crumpled up notes were on my floor scattered, ideas that wouldn't come to fruition. I laid on my carpet floor, staring up at the ceiling. Was I making a mistake? Derek wouldn't speak to me after our argument, and I felt guilty. I wanted us to be okay again, but

I was going to find the truth. No matter what it reveals…

Because for the first time— The truth wasn’t just hidden. It was being hunted.

I am no longer going to keep asking people what happened. “No more choosing who to believe," I say to myself. "It’s time to find out the truth for myself." I tighten my grip on the pen. The promise feels frightening. Because for the first time, I realize I am no longer trying to prove Carlos innocent. I am no longer trying to prove Jayden guilty. I am chasing something much bigger than either of them. The truth. And whatever happens, I know one thing for certain. The missing week holds the answers everyone has been trying to hide. And I am done waiting for someone else to reveal them.

Softly. As if she—or something inside her—had heard. I closed my eyes. Held her tighter. And as night fell over the mansion, the forest, the world itself—I made a promise that needed no witnesses, no oaths: I would find the truth. Not by tearing it from her—but by uncovering it myself. Following the clues Silas found. The trails the vampires left. The fragments of prophecy gathering like pieces of a mosaic no one had finished. And when the truth came—whatever it was—

Tears dropped down my face at hearing her voice, so clear, so real, like she was standing right beside me. "But knowledge alone is not enough," her voice continued. "You need truth. Not the truth others tell you, but the truth you discover for yourself. The truth about who you are, what you are capable of, and what you are willing to sacrifice." The glowing faded, but the first lock remained open. Two more to go. I looked at Beatrice through my tears. "The second key. Truth. I need to discover some truth about myself?" Beatrice nodded slowly. "A truth you have been hiding from. A truth about your nature, your power, your destiny."

And when she finally spoke, her steadiness was a bit discomforting. “Jane… sometimes the truth doesn’t break us. It only shows that we’ve been living broken all along, and it gives us the opportunity to shape ourselves into something whole.” I wanted to believe her. I wanted to believe that uncovering the truth about my mother, about HAB, about Nathan, about Julia, about all of it, would give me wholeness instead of dragging me down to my knees. But the fear inside me whispered otherwise. Back to the Present I opened my eyes at my desk and drew in a deep breath.

Done accepting pretty words at face value. This time, I'm going to find the truth for myself, no matter how much it might hurt.