The Truth As He Knows It Novels & Stories

He felt like the ground beneath his life had shifted again, and he wasn’t sure if he was standing in the same house, the same marriage, or even the same version of himself. All he wanted… was the truth. No more lies. No more smiles for the camera. No more pretending. Just the truth. And he was ready—whatever it cost—to finally face it.

"In any war, truth is the first victim. Can you not see that? Could she not see it?" "Can you deny that Tina Davis was murdered because she was testing lies that reinforced the war struggle recovering than the facts would have done?" "I am saying," the Home Secretary said, "that the disparity between truth and lies is immaterial in time of war. True or false? Right or wrong? These questions are inconsequential now. It's all down to allegiance. Are you with us or against us? Surely you of can see that." "And anyone who isn't with you?" "-- is with the guerrillas and must be removed!" said the Home Secretary.

I don't understand how he knows this or if he heard it from someone but his revelation is having an impact on me. “If I'm wrong then why are you being so defensive,” he said with a smirk. “You're out of your mind,” I said and shook my head. I have to deny as much as I can so that the idea drains out of his mind. “Look, I know everything. I'm not an idiot. I can see through you. You can deny it all you want but it doesn't change the fact that what I'm saying is nothing but the truth.” He said in confidence. His confidence dashed my zeal to succeed in confusing him.

He walks to the armchair and sat down, putting his legs on the table, he crossed them. "Isn’t it interesting that I found out the truth in just a few days?" "What truth?" I asked "Oh Maya, you can stop the act now. I know you are a human." He said I want to argue about it, I want to try and convince him that I’m not a human but I know that even if I do. I will never be able to convince Ashton. He knows the truth already and whatever I say won’t change it. "Okay fine, so you know the truth. I’m a human. Now what?"

“Nah, it’s merely me stating facts. But whatever you say.” I ignore his attempt to bait me into a discussion about whether Jess wants me dead or not, and whether I’m falsely accusing her or not. I’m not going to argue with stupidity or ignorance, it’s like hitting a pillow - pointless and draining. We both know I’m right, and I’m good with him staying delusional about her intentions. The wolf has worn himself out now, so I get out of the couch and in front of him. I activate my truth power, keeping my back to the rest of the crowd.

“You think that was about control.” “I think it was about perception,” I replied. “And you didn’t think past the moment.” His jaw tightened. “Explain.” I crossed my arms too, mirroring him without meaning to. “Yes,” I said, voice steady even though my pulse wasn’t. “Not because anyone was standing there with popcorn. Because rumors spread.” His eyes narrowed. “You think it’ll become a story.” “It already has,” I said. “By tomorrow it won’t be ‘a woman tried it.’ It’ll be ‘Damien Lockewood had to step in because Tanya couldn’t handle it.’”

And every time, I forgave him without hesitation. [Don't be fooled just because the kid is young. He's a fantastic liar.] [When he was eating with the male lead, he even called the supporting male lead an old loser!] [Having a son like that really makes you feel bad for the supporting male lead. The son's an ingrate.] Those comments sent a chill down my spine. I could not believe that the child standing in front of me had been helping his mother deceive me for so long, despite only being five years old. But the truth was right there in front of me. I had no choice but to believe it.

When I first discovered Pierce had lied to me, I believed it was because he had fallen for Jessica. At the time, I lamented that this gentle, attentive man who had once loved me had merely been pretending all along. He had performed every act of affection, but at his core, he was just like any despicable man; rotten to the bone. Yet now, I heard something that shook me to the core. Could it be that his moral compass was still intact? Could it be that he still felt shame?

I nearly let her words sway me From the corner, Packman cleared his throat, reminding us of the clock. The agent who had escorted us stood by the door, impassive, but I could feel her attentively listening to every word. I took a deep breath. “Julia, whatever you think this is… whatever you think I can do for you… I’m not here to save you. I’m here to hear the truth. The whole truth.” Her lips parted, but the seconds ticked down, and I knew — she’d only give me the version she wanted me to have.

“After all, ignorance is very comfortable. And you’ve worn it like a second skin your whole life.” I stiffened. “It’s warm,” he added. “Comforting. Like being blindfolded in a warm bed.” I snapped my eyes to him. “And what happens when you wake up?” I whispered. He smiled faintly. “You find out the fire was real.” I swallowed hard. “I’ve known the truth,” I said quietly. He stilled. I lifted my chin. “I’ve known far more than you think I do.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Is that so?”