Speaking The Truth Book Novels & Stories

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

They discussed their strategies, ensuring that they were prepared for whatever truths they would uncover. Alex, the leader with an unwavering determination, voiced their shared sentiments. "This chapter is crucial for us," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "We have come so far, and now it's time to face the truth head-on. Whatever it may be, we must be ready to embrace it and use it as a catalyst for change." Andrea, known for her intuition and empathy, added, "The truth has a way of setting us free. It may challenge our beliefs and shake the foundations of what we thought we knew, but in the end, it will lead us to a deeper understanding of ourselves and the world around 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.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

I took in a deep breath then spoke in a hushed voice, “Tristan, I think it's about time I told you the truth!”

The truth, nothing but the truth, the whole truth. "Do what you have to do, Commander. Say what you have to say. Find what you have to find. And I—I will be there. I will be there for my father, for Viviane, for my children, for Marcus, for myself. For everything that was stolen from me, everything taken from me, everything hidden from me, everything done to me. And I will not back down. I will not run. I will not be afraid. Because it's over. Over with running. Over with lying. Over with hiding. Over with doubting. Over with being afraid. Over with everything that prevented me from living, from loving, from being happy, from being me. From being who I should have been, if they hadn't stolen

"I made sure of it." "Of course you did." He withdrew, and I looked at my speech one more time. I thought about Theo this morning. The books and Biscuit and the managed-pleasure expression and the door that he'd walked through without looking back. I thought about what he'd said in the car. *Saying the true thing is always the right thing even when it's scary.*