Telling The Truth In A World Full Of Lies Mga Nobela at Kwento

Though my mind is still unclear, at least I am now able to breathe properly, and I think that it would be enough for now. -----"White lies are still lies even if you try to justify them, even half-truths are considered lies too. Those who think that these are permissible to tell will end up seeing the world in a different way, which is way dark and different. So, you better learn to think wisely before trying to do so, whether you are ready enough to face all the consequences of using such a powerful curse."-----

“Tell me what you learned out there, away from your mother’s shadow.” It is an unexpected question, one that isn't about logistics or the recent losses in Manhattan. I consider my words carefully, knowing that a single lie will be felt like a vibration in a web. “That the truth is often buried under the weight of what we’re told to believe,” I say. “And that peace is possible, even for people born into this.” “Hmmm.” He reaches into his desk drawer and withdraws a thick manila folder, placing it on the desk space between us. “Do you know what this contains?”

A thing that was simply true about you. She had promised this. She looked at the territory and felt the promise keeping itself. "Tell me what you're thinking," Cain said. "The stories," she said. "What are we going to tell them?" He was quiet for a moment. "The truth," he said. "That we were afraid for a long time and we stopped being afraid and then we were afraid again and we kept going anyway." "That's not a very heroic story," she said. "No," he said. "It's a true one."

I stepped onto the stage as cameras exploded in rapid fire. “Ms Hartman, what convinced you the alliance was worth the risk?” one reporter shouted. “Truth,” I said simply. “Because trust without truth is a story not worth telling.” Their pens scratched faster. Adrian approached after a few minutes of speeches. “You still hate the cameras,” he teased under his breath. “I hate what they invent,” I said. “Tonight, they’ll invent peace.” “Then let’s sell them that illusion until we make it real.”

“That’s…” He shook his head slowly. “I wish I’d seen that.” I laughed softly. “It wasn’t nearly as dramatic as you’re imagining.” “I doubt that.” I continued anyway. “I walked them through everything.” “The fake infertility report.” “The domestic violence allegation.” “The financial fraud.” “The manipulation.” “The conspiracy.” I swallowed. “And then I ended by telling them…” I looked directly at him. “‘The truth does not become a lie simply because someone famous tells it.’” The room became very quiet.

He tilted his head, looking at me with new respect. “Very well. I accept your terms. You ask. I answer. I will not lie. But be warned… the truth is often darker, sharper, harder to bear than the pretty lies I tell to protect you. Once you know it… you cannot un-know it. And it will change how you see everything. Including me.” “I can handle it,” I replied instantly, confidently. “I am a Hartwell, remember? We do not run from the truth.” “Good. Then let us begin.”

I watched the regular people walking past—people who had absolutely no idea what it cost to lie for a living. I thought about her hand over mine on the white tablecloth at Cracco. I thought about her whispering, Ask me again. The real question. I hadn't lied to her that night. That was the real problem. Everything else I'd ever told anyone in this line of work had been a lie. Every word was built with a specific purpose, engineered, and tightly controlled. But what I'd said to her at that table—I want the truth, that's rarer than you'd think—had been the only true thing I'd said to anyone in fourteen months.

, he normally continues to take sips from his coffee after pissing the hell out of me. Why the fuck did I react? "Your case is strange, indeed", he says. "This is the first time when the truth isn't supporting me. You know the truth is my biggest weapon. I have always believed that each truth has at least one lead. Even if a lie has ten leads to take on, just one lead from the truth is enough to beat ten leads of a lie", he intensely looks into my eyes while grunting. It gives chills down my spine. My throat feels dry. I gulp down and look away from his eyes.

She asks; a hint of desperation in her voice. I shake my head, “It’s not that simple. Yesterday if you had gone to the Delegation telling them your version of the story of Gaius they’d only feel truth from you because you believed it was true, so for you that made it so. But they lived during that time, so they know for a fact that wouldn’t be true. So I could scream my innocence, but they may just see it as me believing my own lie so much that it reads as truth. Even the truth is subjective and flawed,” I say bitterly.

You'll find your right woman Alejandro, believe me! It's easy to lie than to face the truth. That saying, is right. I thought people just do that on purpose or for fun but hell no! It's part of the life we are fighting for. When we are about to spill the truth is always over or worst is, we can't even say it. End of flashback.......