Pursuit The Truth Novels & Stories

“Then why did you invite me here? After everything?” He looked at me, his eyes dark and searching. “I don’t have all the answers. I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but I need to be honest with you. And with myself.” There it was. The truth, raw and unrefined. He didn’t know. He didn’t know what was happening between us, or what his feelings were, or what his marriage even meant anymore. But there was one thing I knew for certain: Viktor had never been one to ask for clarity unless he truly needed it.

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

But one thing was clear The truth wasn’t dead. It was hunting. And it had just found her.

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

While she was trying to find the truth. ***

"Who? Do you have a name? Do you have anything? Any lead? Any clue? Any direction? Any hint? Any thread to pull? Any door to open? Any stone to turn? Any shadow to follow?" "I don't know yet. But I'm going to find out. I'm going to dig until I find the truth. I'm going to uncover every stone. I'm going to leave nothing hidden. I'm going to expose everyone involved. I'm going to bring them all to light. I'm going to make them all answer. I'm going to make them all pay. I'm going to make them all face justice. I'm going to make them all face the truth." He spends the day searching.

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.”

Since I don’t know what I’m running from, and Zeath doesn’t have run as an option… “I pick truth.” “Put your hand in the machine on the table, Mellow,” the voice orders. I obey after hesitating for a bit. “Are you certain ‘truth’ is what you really want? If you see what comes next you may want to change your mind and it’ll be too late. This truth machine will determine the truth of your answer.” Truth machines react to racing hearts. And right now my heart is racing badly. If only Zeath had ‘run’ as an option too, I’d have gone with ‘run’ instead. But I can’t run and leave him. I have to pick truth. But with the involvement of the truth machine, I feel like everything is taking a bad turn.

There's a factual meaning behind it, but it confuses more than it exposes my mind. "Ragnar, please have the media away from me before I alight." "Yes, Sire." The driver hurries to do as he's instructed. "How about we finish our discussion some other time, young dragon? Let's do some shopping now." A ghostly smile dances on his lips. I itch to curse him again. He calls buying a human for enslavement and to gradually suck their blood dry "shopping“? A maniac. I open the door by myself while he waits for me to come to his side. There's a red carpet prepared for us and rails that separate the media from reaching us. Deadpan and unfazed, Lord Lucas proceeds into the Referendarius building.

Aldrich sneered. "I also know that—" "Tell me what you want or I'll tell your father you're here right now." "Okay, I'll say it. But let me go first." Aldrich let go of Derrick. "I want to live here," Derrick said. "Hahaha. In your dream," replied Aldrich. "Oh, come on—" "Get out of my house now!" "I'll give you anything—" "Get out!" "Listen, I'm being chased by a Vampire Hunter. So at least give me a place to hide," Derrick explained.