The Truth As He Knows It Novels & Stories

“Not while you’re still fighting.” Then he was gone. The door clicked shut. And once again, it was just me and the silence. I sank down onto the edge of the bed, trembling from head to toe, staring at the empty space where he’d stood. We had the truth now. Every ugly, horrible piece of it. We knew what they did. We knew how they did it. And we knew where the proof was hidden. But knowledge isn’t safety. Truth isn’t protection. And as I sat there in that beautiful gilded cage, listening to the world turn outside, one terrible realization settled over me, cold and absolute: We have the truth. Now we just have to survive it.

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.

The thought of not knowing the truth while you on the other hand were the one who is suffering in pain and agony because of the blame that people throw towards you. "Yes, I have," I said bravely. I have to show him that I am not afraid at all. That I have the guts to accept everything. To know the truth. I have to know everything. I am in the center of the blame and so I have the rights to fucking know the freaking truth. I am in the midst of blame and I cannot even escape from it. I was stuck and I can only get off after I get through the barrier and challenges. His lips automatically formed a devilish grin. "Waste time to know the truth before you will die?"

"How can you be sure that she is okay? How did you know that she can handle it? Everything you've said were all lies. Explain properly. The truth... I don't care whether it's confidential or not. Explain it." The hunters, the people from the Monitoring Department, Mr. Ambrose, and President Carlton were all silent for a minute. The Organization President closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again and he sighed. He knew that he had no choice, but to tell them the truth, especially when Hunter Max was in this state. President Carlton knew that things would be bad if he continued to lie, he saw Hunter Max in this state in the past. It was when he lost the woman he loved.

I added, "He's been feeling guilty over accepting your bribe, so he chose to tell the truth. He's already been removed from his position." Valerie suddenly smiled eerily. "It's all he deserves for being so easily swayed by money. It was almost as if he'd never seen it before! He could barely take his eyes off it when I took it from my pocket."

she introduced and it sounded like a bomb was dropped, I'm sure it was same thing for him "Wow Dad, you really are a pro, does Mum even know? From hiding the truth from me to this?" I asked already fully angry "I wonder what else you're hiding that i don't know about, fuck this shit, I'm outta here" I said and took my purse to leave, he could take care of the bills.

Charlie's POV After I recieved Nikolai's call last night I went to sleep because even if I wanted to leave the house Drake will be more suspicious of me. I even gave him a hint by asking him some questions but it turns out that he's still confuse. He's still not ready to learn everything. I will tell him whenever he's ready to accept the whole truth hiding from my lies. And I bet, he will faint if ever he knew that his wife has been a killer all this time. He...will despise me for sure and that what's scare me the most.

“You’re already promising too much to fix too little. I need reality, not grandstanding.” He flinched, as if the word reality had weight. “What do you want me to do then?” “Be honest with me,” I said, simple and sharp. “Tell me everything as soon as you know it. Let me hear it before anyone else. Let me be the person you tell, even when the truth is ugly.” He nodded. “You’ll always be the first to know.” We both knew it was a promise held together by shaking hands, but he said it like he meant it and that steadied me a fraction.

Maybe she should’ve or maybe she shouldn’t. She didn’t get to decide at all… Then, she was blinded by headlights. Everything happened so quickly. She almost went deaf from the horn, before it was followed by pain… Just like that, a flash of white swallowed her world. Then, she knew that it was the end of her life. But as the light faded, somewhere in the rain and ruin of her car, she thought she heard a voice whisper... "Truth or lie, Farrah? Which one will save you now?"

"That's convenient." "That's truth. I've tried. Dozens of times. Written it down only to have the paper burn. Spoken it only to have sound disappear. They've made it impossible to expose them directly. I can only warn. Only give pieces. Only hope you're smart enough to assemble the puzzle." I studied his face. Looking for lies. For manipulation. For any sign this was performance. I saw only desperation. Sincerity. Truth mixed with trauma. "Tell me what you can," I said. "Everything you know. Everything you've heard. Every piece that might help."