The Trouble With The Truth Novels & Stories

I felt an inexplicable connection with the creature and poured my heart into the wolf. I sighed. “I just wanted to protect Nathan. I didn’t want to hurt him with the truth, but now it’s all spiraling.” The wolf nudged me gently as if offering a sense of reassurance. “Truth can be a double-edged sword. It has the ultimate power to mend and shatter anything. Yet, revealing it is the only way forward.” I looked up, searching the wolf’s eye. “But there’s something that keeps bothering me. What if I was wrong? What if the truth I’ve been withholding isn’t the real truth?”

They had let me think the worst of them all this time, just so that I wouldn't suffer the weight of these memories. But surviving was not enough, I wanted to live and I would only achieve that by knowing the truth. And the truth was liberating. I no longer felt guilty for feeling the way I did about three different people, but I felt so many inconsistent and unreasonable things. I lost myself in Logan's grey gaze, the sparkle in his eyes, the calmness of his expression, -I... He put his finger on my mouth, “Okay.”

But still trembling. “What if he was right?” I asked. “What if I did know? And I just forgot?” Tristan touched my shoulder. His hand was warm. “Then we dig,” he said. “We keep digging. Until the whole truth is out.” But the truth wasn’t just about names or titles. It was about the rot that had bloomed beneath my feet for years. And the worst part? I’d never even noticed.

Does he think he's filming a drama? "Boyfriend my ass. Clarence, fuck off or lick your own balls if you're tired of living. Don't mess with my husband." "Jeez, I'm not, okay? Well anyways, congratulations. But the real reason why I'm here is because you need a help right?" Help? Why would I need a help and from him? I admit that he's good at his work back then but why would he? "No, you're making a mistake." "I heard you were trying to find something about that Tor-"

Anna hesitated—not long enough to raise suspicion, but long enough to feel real. “My sins,” she said. “And my questions about my dream.” Arnold chuckled. “Questions?” “About faith,” she replied. “About truth.” The word lingered. Arnold set the glass down slowly. “Truth is a luxury,” he said. “Not everyone can afford it.” Anna met his gaze. “I think some people pretend to have it,” she said quietly, “even when they don’t.” Arnold smiled, but his eyes sharpened. “That’s a dangerous thought.”

"Then what is the truth?" His voice was gentle, curious, patient-the voice that had stayed with me through more fights than I could count, the voice that had learned how to wait for me to untangle my mess. I took a slow sip of coffee. The warmth spread through my chest, grounding me. "The truth,” I said, "is that the threesome almost ended us. It didn't save us. Not by itself. It blew a hole in the boat we were clinging to. It was nitro in an already sputtering engine. Pistons, sparks, smoke everywhere. We were stranded, staring at the wreckage and asking how we got here." Leo nodded. "So... did it help at all?"

Almost fifteen minutes and I wanted to get back on the road and burn some more miles before Truth let slip to Ruin that he had seen me. “You in a hurry?” Truth might be many things but he wasn’t stupid. “Yeah, I’m meeting someone and don’t want to be late. Do you think it would cause a major uproar if I went in and told him to hurry up?” Truth threw his head back and barked out a laugh. “A woman who looks like you going into a room with a bunch of men with their dicks in their hands? You will cause a riot.” He winked. “But I could go in for you.”

Rebecca quickly pulled up the trending posts online, and right there at the top was a video of Marvin performing a surgery three months earlier. He was in the middle of everything when a phone call came through. Without a second thought, he bolted, leaving everyone else to fend for themselves. The patient almost did not make it out of surgery alive, and when the family confronted him for answers, he just called the cops and had them hauled away for causing trouble. Then, there was Marvin, caught on video in a hospital affair with a nurse, and it went viral.

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!

The Fragment pulsed. Then: "WHAT IS TRUTH?" The World Tree lowered its head. Then: "Answer." Silence. Then Thomas thought. Really thought. About everything. About Aurelius. About Arkan. About the First Ones. About the war. About Lily. Then: "The truth changes." The Fragment dimmed. Immediately. Wrong answer. Then: "No." Then Thomas tried again. Then: "The truth hurts." The Fragment remained silent. Still wrong. Then the roars came again. Much closer now.