The True Believer Novels & Stories

I shrugged with my lips pouting out in disbelief. "I know what you desire, little human, but I want to hear it from you," Why is it he keeps telling that he is a god? There are so many questions that I wanted to ask, but I wanted to see if he is just a hoax, and I'll try to get along with his act. I let out a heavy sigh, "Fine, we will see about that," and I sound defeated.

I gave him a nod signaling him to tell mom the truth. "Mom. . . t-there's something I need to t-tell you," he shuddered. "What is it honey," she said looking puzzled. "You're gonna want to sit down," I said. She dropped her purse on the floor and came to sit next to me on the couch. "Well, I'm waiting," she said. "Uh, you remember Hailee right, Vanessa's friend?" he replied. "Yeah, what about her?" "Um, me and her. . .we've been having. . .s-sex," he muttered.

What a pathetic asshole, thinking someone will believe him when everyone who knows me and borrowed money to me know what it's like to have a business with Hellcy. It's either payback accordingly or die by the contract you signed. "Why are your in a hurry?....Is it because of the man outside?" His face is showing what he truly wants. A crazy son of a bitch. "Try it and your head will fall off of your neck." He's making my blood boil. "Hm? I'm not planning anything." Who will believe that? You're hands are trembling from the excitement. "Drop the act and do your job faster." "Okay, okay. But he looks nice, makes me want to devour hi—" I ran toward him with my dagger and pointed it at his neck.

“Then I believe you. Why would I doubt you?” “Its not that I want you to have doubts in me it’s just that I didn’t expect you to believe so easily.” “Well a lot of things have happened so i wouldn’t be that shocked to hear any kinds of news that might cause someone a heart attack. And also my brother is a hunter so---” “Wait. Hold on. What hunter?”

I tuned out the quiet hum around me, gaze focused on every detail that littered my page. I was slowly being guided into the foggy little bubble. It was troubling that I’m noticing how much harder it is for me to slip into it. I was too scared to venture deep in my vulnerable psyche. Though I was in desperate need to be plunged deep within the bubble, I didn’t want to risk the chance of having it attacked by them. It could completely screw with my mentality. Destroying what little I had left to truly call mine by demolishing my vulnerable bubble. I sighed.

"Marie… Marie hasn't even hurt you in this life. I won't do that to you again. Holly, I was wrong. Please give me a second chance. I didn't know Marie's patient was you. I regretted what I did when I learned the truth!" He scrambled to give me a hug, but I shoved him aside. "Will you think it's right to let Marie off the hook if I weren't the patient?" He seemed confused. "What?" His response let me down. I reminded him, "You told me this on my first day at the law firm: An attorney works for justice. We keep the law and order in society. Everyone is equal before the law. I always abide by these principles, but you don't seem to remember them anymore."

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?

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.

I asked, and then he finally looked up at me. "I-I don't know, I just thought t-that you might leave me. I mean, I'm a don; danger practically sleeps with me. I don't want anything to happen to you; I wouldn't be able to handle it. I can't live without you. I was planning on telling you, but I didn't know when or how. Please, Jess, believe me. I'm sorry; I'll make it up to you, promise." I looked at him, and nothing but honesty and integrity shone in his eyes. I believed him, I did, but I guess I just didn't expect it.

"That makes it more dangerous. You're not con artists. You're true believers spreading a beautiful, comforting, ultimately harmful delusion." "And the eight years you spent with us? Working beside us? Watching the families we helped rebuild their lives?" "I kept hoping I'd see evidence that proved me wrong," Rachel said softly. "That I'd witness something unexplainable. Something that would let me believe again. Because God, I wanted to believe. You have no idea how much I wanted the magic to be real."