Romans & histoires The Truth As He Knows It

" I understood what he meant. It was him! He'd killed Mom! My vision was clouded with red as I snarled like a feral animal, "You're a lunatic!" When he heard my voice and realized I could speak, he froze. Then, he cocked his head back and let out a maniacal laugh. "So, it looks like you know the truth." As if this were his last day on earth, he spilled the truth. "Yes, I was madly in love with her! You are her only flesh and blood, and you look so much like her. I poisoned you so you'd become mute and stay in this town for good!

"The kidnapping. The adoption. Everything. All of it. The truth I should have known years ago. The truth I should have fought for. The truth I should have found. The truth I should have protected you from. The truth I should have uncovered. The truth I should have given you." "Ethan—" "I wanted to know the truth. The whole truth. The truth I should have known. The truth I should have uncovered. The truth I should have told you. The truth I should have shared. The truth I should have given you. The truth I should have trusted you with." I look at him. His eyes are dark. His hands are shaking. His voice is raw. His soul is open. His heart is exposed. His love is pouring out. His fear is fading

He would remind her of herself lying in the rubble, covered in blood, and any lingering doubt would be suppressed once again. "Look into him. Leave no stone unturned. I want to know every single thing about Christopher—from the moment he was born until now. I want everything about him—his records, his whereabouts, and his connections!" The special task force moved at an alarming speed. In less than three days, every detail about Christopher was presented to Gabriella. Christopher wasn't who he claimed to be—the orphaned child of a fallen anti-narcotics officer. His identity was completely fabricated. The boy whose identity he had assumed had died in an accident more than 20 years ago.

, I begged her. She let out a big sigh. "Alright. Now, listen carefully. The truth I'm going to reveal won't be easy at all for you to believe. So, promise me, no matter what I say you'd believe me as I believe you, ok?", She asked. "I promise.”, I replied. "Alright, so listen to me. All the things you said are correct. They aren't normal but if you knew till now it is impossible for a clever student like you to not know the correct answer, right? Of course, you know that you're a vampire.

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!

That flicker of recognition between him and Damien. That silent exchange. “You’re not telling me everything,” I say slowly, carefully. His gaze shifts toward mine, cool and unreadable. “I’ve told you what you need to know.” “That’s not the same as telling me the truth.” He doesn’t answer. And in that silence—I hear everything he’s not saying. “You knew he’d escape tonight, didn’t you?” His jaw clenches. A heartbeat passes. No denial. The sting in my chest spreads like wildfire. “So why bring me?”

“And yes, I have figured out the truth I want you to have first.” That got her attention in no time, and she completely forgot to push him away. “Which is?” He smiled, and watched as the cool breeze of the evening danced with her dark hair. He sighed. “There are people who think they know me, and then there are some who think they have figured me out,” he looked into her eyes as if talking to them, as if only for her, he spoke. “But they all are wrong. The truth is that no one ever tried to know me. To understand what it felt like to grow up the way I did. To understand that every good thing comes with a price tag that one needs to pay.”

“You have always been this person. You just stopped letting yourself be seen.” That silences me. He turns his head, gazes at me. “I don’t need to know everything. Not today. But I want you to know this, whatever’s happening to you, whatever’s pulling at you… you don’t have to go through it alone.” “You say that now,” I whisper. “But what happens when you learn the truth?” His jaw tightens. “Then I will decide how to deal with it. But I would rather know the real you than keep loving a version that’s always holding back.”

"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!"

Firstly, he is sounding as though I am right about my doubts and he is giving me a go ahead to investigate him. Lastly, he doesn’t like people snooping on his business but he is letting me do so.I clenched my fists, digging my nails into the sheets.“I will find out everything I need to know about you and it may take a while, but I am definitely going to get the infos I need. ”He chuckled, tucking his hands into his pockets.“Yes, you would one day learn the truth. I just hope, you can take it in.