Speaking The Truth Book Novels & Stories

"I mean, no offend, okay? It's just an opinion," "Sure, sure, what is it?" She agreed as she nodded every after of the word sure. "What if the four marks are the good ones and the government is the bad one?" He asked maintaining eye contact with her. "Ohh..." She got speechless. "That's... out of the box," She added. "By the way, in any chance, did you witness the appearance of the Sacred Book of Truths? I am curious!" He acted like an innocent curious boy. "Yeah, sure! We can go there right now!"

Just like my death, even my own husband no longer cared. The two clung to each other, lips meeting in a passionate kiss. My soul trembled. Inside my mind, a dull, slicing pain echoed as if a blunt knife slowly carved through flesh and bone, refusing to fade away. A bitter laugh slipped from me. Of course, she was fine. Her “death” had always been nothing more than a lie, a cruel tale Pierce invented to deceive me. On the other hand, I had truly died. Thank goodness a soul couldn’t feel pain.

⁠ “It doesn’t c‍h‍ange the tr‌uth.” Truth, th‍at⁠ word agai⁠n. I lea‍ned in, my voice dropping into‍ something poisonous a⁠nd intimate. “Then tel‌l me the truth, L⁠il⁠a. Tell me⁠ w‍hy my br‌ot‍her lied to you and why‌ he hid his real name from you, his lover does that make any sense to you?. Why did he vanish without a goodbye.”⁠

’ As I opened my mouth to speak, that one thought crossed my mind, causing me to hesitate. “Well? Don’t be shy, girl. You are free to speak,” I heard the judge say. I knew I was free to speak the truth- the real truth, and not whatever Duncan had fabricated in his head. However, the thought that my words would not be accepted by these people who I am to trust was holding me back. Reminding me what happened the last time I spoke the truth to someone I thought I could trust, only to be betrayed by him as well. “Tell them the truth, just as you had told to me.”

to tell the truth. *_*

Then he opened his mouth, “I will tell you the truth. The whole truth.”

she said one slow afternoon while we were arranging shelves, “people are talking, but they are talking at you, not with you. They hear one version, then another, and they get confused. If you feel ready, perhaps you could speak for yourself. Not to fight, not to blame, but just to tell your truth—your way.” I thought about her words for days. The idea of speaking publicly terrified me. I had spent so long trying to live a quiet, invisible life; stepping into the light felt like walking into a storm. But then I remembered why I had left the mansion in the first place: I had wanted to live honestly, to be seen for who I was, not for what someone else had made me out to be. Perhaps honesty also

Hi‍s o‌ptimism was⁠ almo‌st​ belie⁠vable. That evening, Miriam pulled me‌ into a side‍ roo‍m.⁠ Closed‍ the door. Her ex​pression was s‌erious. "Truth spells a‌re tricky‌," she s‌aid. "You can'⁠t lie. But you can choose how to frame truth. Let​ m‌e sh‌ow you." We p‌racticed⁠ for hours. Question and answer. Finding w​ays to‌ be‍ honest without reve⁠ali​ng everything.

I exhaled sharply, getting my heart rate back to normal before returning slowly to my chair. "You have questions for me I suppose? That's why you're here?" "Yes. You're going to answer all my questions and you're going to tell me the truth!" "I haven't lied to you have I? I can bet on anything that I'm one of the most truthful persons you've ever met. Everyone has lied to you one way or another. Everyone has tried to be deceitful one way or another, it's just me. I have been truthful since day one. I have never lied or told lies, it's always been the truth."