Tell The Truth Book Novels & Stories

In stories. In the quiet revolution of truth.

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.

Bubbles of air choked her throat, keeping the whispers back, letting out only a stutter at best. Monica took the King James Version Bible, raised it up with a hand and nervously gulped down, different panic and guilt thoughts raced through her head but she dismissed them - not totally. "I solemnly state I will tell the truth without hiding or adding anything and I should be punished for false testimonies if I lie." Her voice sounded mechanical, like the voice of a person reciting something written. I implore you to say the truth, just this once!

On New Year's Eve, Gwen Hurst and I attended a reunion with our old classmates. After several rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. Gwen was the first to lose and drew Truth. "What was your biggest regret when it came to love?" She answered without hesitation, but her gaze kept drifting toward her first love, Nikolas Stratton, who was sitting nearby. "My greatest regret was not ending up with the person I loved most. Instead, I married my backup and settled for a life of compromise." The room erupted in shock. Everyone thought I would storm out in anger, but I only smiled and gestured for the game to continue. When it was my turn, the question became, "Have you ev

If I must see my story end in this barn, then it might be a welcoming change in the book of my destiny or so I concurred in my mind. "Denial of the truth is the biggest setback in life," I said, sitting upright and piercing my gaze into that of a kidnapper lady. "And what's the truth which you think I haven't accepted?" She blurted, bringing her thumb closer to pressing the large-round red button on the black triangle remote.

I can't possibly tell her about the fact that I based it on a quite provocative and voluptuous book! "You see," I try to create a purified version of the book. "It's about a man who has a strange habit of.." I force myself to think hard, "..loving women too much he may hurt them. He hides it from others but one day, when his significant other discovers it, he has no choice but to tell her. I-Instead of leaving him, she accepts him for his true self. In the end, he changes his habit for the best." Xi Ning claps her hands in joy, "Such happy ending!"

But she hates us; why can't we tell her the truth? Well well, you're more selfish than I thought. —I stood up. —Do you want to tell her the truth? Do you want to tell her that she killed her parents and ordered me to kill her little sister? That all this time she's been a big hypocrite calling us murderous monsters when she was the one who did it? —I paused for a second. Do you want to destroy her like that just to see if she shows gratitude for what we did for her so you can rejoice in her love?

"I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry I took you from your mother and father. I'm sorry I lied. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I made you grow up without them." Noah looks at me. His blue eyes search mine. "Is he telling the truth, Mommy?" I look at Darius. At his hollow face. His shaking hands. His desperate eyes. I see a man who has lost everything. Who has nothing left but the truth. "I think he is, baby." "Why?" "Because he has nothing left to lose. When people have nothing left to lose, they usually tell the truth." Noah lets go of my hand. He walks to the glass. Slowly. Carefully. Each step deliberate. He's so small. So brave. I've never been more proud of anyone in my life.

"Go in there and tell the truth. About everything. About my father's crimes, about the challenges ahead, about why I believe rebuilding on ethics is worth the cost. No spin. No corporate speak. Just honesty." "That's terrifying." "Completely. But it's worked for us so far. Might as well commit to it." He pulled her close. "Besides, I learned from the best. You taught me that telling the truth—even when it costs everything—is the only way to actually live with yourself." "I'm pretty sure I also taught you that revenge plots are complicated and generally a bad idea." "That too. Very important lesson." They stood in the doorway, holding each other, two people who'd been through hell and somehow

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.”