Pursuit The Truth Novels & Stories

"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.

Like mother, like daughter, huh? "What I am going to tell you is the truth of the tragedy that happened eighteen years ago. The Emperor forbids anyone to tell the tale from that night to the younger generation. This is a secret that shouldn't be spilled to anyone else. Only the survivor of the fateful night knows the truth. One word about that night could lead you to your doom. I saw many were severely implicated and punished for running their mouths wildly about the taboo matter. Will you guys promise me to keep the truth? Until you guys are strong enough to protect yourself, you're prohibited from recklessly took any improper action. Please?"

And above all… do your best to speak only truth, or the Game will know. Lies are the currency of the damned. ] Farrah took a deep breath as she carefully read the rules. This was her lifeline after all. She had basically just died from the car accident, and she didn’t want to die again. If there was a chance of survival, she might as well cling to it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. This simply felt too unreal. “This is insane…” she whispered. “It’s a nightmare. It has to be.”

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.”

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.

Toward the truth. ---

I wanted to slap him across the face and push him out already. Pierre’s eyes narrowed slightly, his grin slipping just a fraction. “You know, sometimes the pursuit of truth can lead to unexpected consequences. It’s so easy to twist the truth to suit one’s wants and needs.” The implication hung in the air, suggesting that Victor might have his own motives for what he believed. I felt a shiver as the words settled in. Pierre was certainly skilled at bending conversations to his favor. Just like Shane.

” but as long as we concentrate on discovering the truth, we should be all right as that will help both Flynn and Hector. "I see," she said. "But seriously, why are we going to Wales. Are we chasing the killer?" "No," he said, "we are chasing the motive!" "I'm not sure I understand." "I don't imagine you do," I replied. "We are untangling a long and twisted thread. Under miles of official London, one end buried in places where even the metropolitan police cannot venture. The other end lies out in the open, just a few miles east of Haliheved, and I intend to examine as much as I can over the next couple of days."

I'd also be dishonest if I didn't admit to secretly yearning for him to pursue me as he did. But damn, all I ever wanted was for him to find true happiness after everything that transpired. If he genuinely believes his happiness lies with me, then I've done enough to dissuade him otherwise. I'm tired of evading him, of dodging the complexities of our relationship. If he's willing to traverse oceans to fight for us, the least I can do is allow him—and our love story—to prevail. I convey this sentiment when I pull him even closer.

Toward the truth. Toward herself.