The Truth Beneath Novels & Stories

"Some people are only interested in a temporary lease. I’m looking for someone who actually wants to own the foundation." ​Zeke’s grip on his wine glass was so intense the crystal stem groaned under the pressure. "Ownership requires absolute trust, Xielle. Something you seem to discard and tear to pieces the exact moment things get difficult." ​"And trust requires absolute honesty!" she snapped back, the facade cracking as her voice shook. "Not a cage built out of secrets and paid-off debts!"

I feel it instantly Not control Not evolution Not nothingness Something beyond all of them And as it begins to descend One truth becomes clear Changing existence… Has consequences We still don’t fully understand

The Truth Below The elevator descended. Far longer than it should have. Too deep. Too quiet. Too controlled. Then— The doors opened. And the illusion ended. No more polished floors. No more clean glass. No more pretending. Steel. Concrete. Cold light. Rows of secured doors. Guards. Real ones this time. Armed. Watching. Waiting. “Now this…” Blake muttered. “Feels honest.” The Shift They didn’t stop us. Didn’t question us. Didn’t even move. They just—

But still trembling. “What if he was right?” I asked. “What if I did know? And I just forgot?” Tristan touched my shoulder. His hand was warm. “Then we dig,” he said. “We keep digging. Until the whole truth is out.” But the truth wasn’t just about names or titles. It was about the rot that had bloomed beneath my feet for years. And the worst part? I’d never even noticed.

"The truth awaits. Brace yourselves, for once it is unveiled, there will be no turning back." As the figure began to reveal the truth, a surge of emotions washed over us. Every word spoken, every revelation unveiled, felt like a blade cutting through the veils of illusion that had clouded our understanding. The truth was a tangled labyrinth of deceit and manipulation, a mosaic of fragmented memories and hidden motives.

Unknown: “You’ve made the proper choice. Now it’s time to study the entire truth.” I froze, dread creeping down my spine. The entire truth? What greater may want to there in all likelihood be?

the voice says. “Then try harder.” A low laugh. “You won’t say that in a moment.” “Watch me.” I reach the edge. The crack stretches endlessly downward. The darkness pulses. Alive. Hungry. Waiting. “This is it,” the voice says softly. “No more layers.” “No more tests.” “Just truth.” “And what truth is that?” I ask. “That everything you’ve done—” The darkness shifts. Violently. “—led you here.” “And?” “And here—”

She didn’t hesitate as she tugged the jeans over her hips, peeling off the dressing just below her peachy ass framed perfectly by a forest green thong. “Nice.” I licked at my lips as I leant down to stare at the cursive script there. Forever. “The tat or my ass?” Behind me, Gent laughed. Smirking, I pulled myself up to my own height. “Both,” I added truthfully. I wasn’t about to lie. I didn’t lie. That’s why they called me Truth. Because I always told it. It was a fucking curse. I expected her to be offended. This gorgeous creature with her bright purple-pink hair and perfect butt.

Just like that. “What the hell…” I muttered. I stepped outside quickly, scanning the area. Nothing. No footsteps. No sound. Like she was never there. Except— The basket. I picked it up slowly, bringing it inside. Set it on the table. Something about this didn’t feel right at all I opened it carefully. Three notes. Of course. I grabbed the first one. Behind the truth, there is a lie. Behind reality, there is a shadow. Behind the shadow… there is only one choice.

"Who do you call on this?" The question is simple but loaded with weight. I could tell the truth, before he decided to do his own digging and found out what I've been trying to hide all along. A burner phone looks very suspicious, it was exactly what a person trying to disappear or not want to be found, would possess. I could explain about Cade and Silvia and everything that led me here. Maybe I could trust him and tell me the truth about why he disappeared, and about my father. He looked so sincere.