Novel & Cerita The Trouble With The Truth

“I'm sorry, I'm being nosy and…. “He found someone else... maybe,” she sighed. “He said he couldn't stay committed so he broke up with me” Phoebe smiled a sad one. I could tell she still liked him. “But he didn't cheat, he let you know” I smiled a sad one as I remembered my ex who had cheated on me not long after my birthday, with my bestfriend. “He has slept with a quarter of the population of girls” Daphne shook her head. “Whore” she muttered under her breath but we heard her and three of us laughed.

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.”

She faces me with an expectant smile on her face . "What's the matter ?"she asks clasping my hands gently . " I want you to tell me the truth ,"I answer. "What truth ?"she asks confused. "The truth about my mate . Someone told me he treated me like shit ," " Ooh,"Megan drops her eyes on the ground while nibbling her pinky finger. " I want to know the truth ," I demand my tone becomes firmer now . " Well ,are you sure about this ? The doctor said it might cause alot of damage .You need to remember these memories yourself, "

" After listening to my words, Andre finally understood the reason behind my unusual behavior. It was because I knew the truth. I knew all of it. Andre stopped struggling. His eyes became vacant, and his body went limp as my guards dragged him away. I dusted my dress and turned around, ready to welcome my new life—one that was filled with happiness.

The last color of our rainbows, the missing piece of our songs, the one who'll complete our untold stories. This is not just the right time... "Mr. Timothy Kim, what can you say about this issue that you're drinking alcohol that night?" the conference hall went silent and they just waited Timothy's answer, like they're craving for it. "No, I'm not. Those are just rumors. I went to that convenience store to buy some of my favorite drinks. I just want to make it clear everything. Not all you see is the truth, and not all the words you hear about me, about the Metamorphosis are real. To all our fans out there... please, believe in us." He said in front of the media and reporters.

"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!"

And still—I came. Not because I trusted him. Far from it. But because some truths are worth walking into darkness for. Because the pain he left behind carved questions I can’t let go of. Because he owes me something he’s never had the courage to give. The truth. The air inside is thick with mildew and heavy silence. Each breath feels like swallowing rot. I step through the side entrance, careful, alert. My footsteps echo softly over cracked and dust-covered tiles. The place smells of old wood and forgotten time. Somewhere in the distance, there’s a faint creak—wood shifting under weight, or maybe just the building groaning beneath its own ruin.

He came back. "There are things I'm not able to tell you tonight," he said. Not an apology. A statement of fact. "Not because I'm protecting myself." "Then what are you protecting?" He turned and looked at her and something in his face was tired in a way she hadn't seen before, not the performed weariness of a man at the end of a long event, but the genuine kind, the kind that lived deep and had been living there a long time. "Someone else," he said. "If I'm wrong about how much I can trust you, telling you would put that person at risk."

Since I don’t know what I’m running from, and Zeath doesn’t have run as an option… “I pick truth.” “Put your hand in the machine on the table, Mellow,” the voice orders. I obey after hesitating for a bit. “Are you certain ‘truth’ is what you really want? If you see what comes next you may want to change your mind and it’ll be too late. This truth machine will determine the truth of your answer.” Truth machines react to racing hearts. And right now my heart is racing badly. If only Zeath had ‘run’ as an option too, I’d have gone with ‘run’ instead. But I can’t run and leave him. I have to pick truth. But with the involvement of the truth machine, I feel like everything is taking a bad turn.

I nod, grab my gear, and we return to the hut to secure our supplies for tomorrow. # We get back to Sanctuary and tie the boat off, then I head into the changing rooms and have a quick shower. God, I’m so tired. I could fall asleep in here. I sigh and get out, dry off, get dressed, and head out into the staffroom to find everyone talking. “Hey, Trouble, did you want to come to my place for dinner?” Uku asks. “Thanks for the invite, but I’d probably fall asleep at the table.” He laughs. “How about a ride home, and I’ll grab us a pizza?” He offers.