Sometimes Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction Novels & Stories

"Mr. Whitfield, it's not like that! Rachel was the one who tore up the original proposal to intentionally sabotage our partnership! She has always been narrow-minded and intensely jealous. Now that she's jumped ship to your company, she's definitely just doing this to get revenge on us!" This was probably her usual trick. She thought that shedding a few tears in front of men would boost her credibility and win their forgiveness. I stood to the side, my arms crossed, and spoke calmly. "Walsh & Co. should have security cameras. We'd know exactly who tore up the proposal if we just checked the footage. "Mr. Whitfield's willingness to trust me is based on my professional capabilities. Flora, are

Not for the chaos of war. But for the truth. The profound, undeniable truth that would burn away every comforting bond she thought she could trust, leaving only the stark reality of her extraordinary, terrifying destiny.

I hurriedly asked him as I felt that he was the right person to give me an accurate answer. Call it that I was being anxious. I do not know if I should trust that stranger. I don't think he would give me a good answer to any of my questions. "It's true that you were poisoned," He answered and my brows shot at him. Does this mean that the stranger was speaking the truth? Why did I ever think that he was lying? " And it's true that it was never an accident," He added. What? What does he mean by that? "What are you trying to say?" I asked anxiously.

Jeremy let out a laugh as he shook his head at the sudden memory of that moment, "And then it turned out that they had built this toad-looking monster out of scrap metal and shrubs, it looked nothing like a three-headed toad." Both of us ended up laughing at that because it feels like just yesterday that we were so consumed with exposing the truth from fiction, and now it seemed like fiction was more real than the truth ever was.

"Vee come on, you can be scared, I am too." "Ty, I'm not scared," I lied again. The truth is, I'm horrified. I couldn't help but think the worst, maybe I said the wrong things to her that day, and she couldn't take it. It wouldn't be like her to commit suicide, but I didn't lay it off the table. The next thought was even more horrifying, maybe Hailee was... murdered. I didn't want to believe that but it could've been true. I really hoped this was just a joke and she would come home, and I could be angry and hate her again. But all I felt was worry and regret.

The truth, like a needle in a haystack, seemed elusive, but we refused to give up. As we drove deeper into the rabbit hole, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. We discovered a network of individuals, each with their own motives and agendas, all entangled in a web of deceit that spanned years. The photograph was just a small piece of a much larger puzzle, and we were determined to uncover the truth at its core. Through sleepless nights and relentless determination, we slowly pieced together the fragments of the past. The truth, when it finally emerged, was both shocking and heartbreaking. We were faced with a revelation that shook the very foundation of our beliefs, leaving us

You told one lie and then you couldn't stop telling more of them. But – oddly and incredibly – what Claire discovered was that telling the truth was exactly like that. Once you told one real, shining true thing, then you wanted to tell another one. Then another. Then you were tempted to just lay it all out, just go for total, hell-for-leather honesty. This was especially the case if you hadn't told the truth in a long time, the way that she hadn't. Truth was liberating, she thought as she lay next to Jack's naked body, and it was empowering, and after she'd told Jack one true thing, then she'd had a damn hard time stopping herself from telling him every single true thing that she knew.

These are the unbelievable, untruthful verities popularized by some of the fiction writers by introducing unreal events, human beings, and unusual, odd lifestyles through their works they had normalized such concepts. Reality is different. Far different from what's being told in such stories. I tried to give reasons to myself. 'No, I don't have any powers.' I said inwardly. Assuring myself that it's all a lie. "But…!" A doubt rose its head inside my chest causing a slight yet sweet aching. I closed my eyes, gradually tending to shut everything disturbing my mind. "Why the heck is he getting all the attention of these girls? … I'll lure him into the trap of my sweet lies and will take the sec

I was dressed in my police uniform, my eyes shining. Gabriella stared at my profile photo for a long time before sending me message after message. "Victor, what on earth are you up to?" "Five years ago, you went rogue and got hundreds of our comrades killed. Wasn't that enough?" "Daniel's dead. They said you were a traitor. I refuse to believe that." "As long as you say you didn't do it, I'll believe you." Gabriella's fingers trembled for a moment before settling on the last message.

“Please don’t lie. No, please the truth. The girl in the story was you, right?” “Yes.” She was hesitating on telling Jina the truth but Jina pleaded so she couldn’t refuse her and told her the truth. “But how? There are no news about a massive gate like the one you mentioned. Where are you from?” The story she told Jina was incomplete she didn’t tell Jina about her coming out from a gate. And if she told her she knows that Jina will not believe her. Because a person coming out of a gate? Nothing comes out of a gate but monsters.