The Truth Beneath Novels & Stories

Since I don’t know what I’m running from, and Zeath doesn’t have run as an option… “I pick truth.” “Put your hand in the machine on the table, Mellow,” the voice orders. I obey after hesitating for a bit. “Are you certain ‘truth’ is what you really want? If you see what comes next you may want to change your mind and it’ll be too late. This truth machine will determine the truth of your answer.” Truth machines react to racing hearts. And right now my heart is racing badly. If only Zeath had ‘run’ as an option too, I’d have gone with ‘run’ instead. But I can’t run and leave him. I have to pick truth. But with the involvement of the truth machine, I feel like everything is taking a bad turn.

Aurora stood there— frozen— as one terrifying realization slowly began to form. This wasn’t just about lies. This wasn’t just about manipulation. This was something else. Something deeper. Something hidden. And for the first time— she realized— The truth wasn’t just missing. It was taken.

He closed the folder slowly, almost reverently, as if sealing a fate. “Oh, I won’t need to take it back,” he replied. “Knight will. He’ll scramble to rewrite it, to bury it, to control it — and in doing so, he’ll destroy himself. That’s the beauty of it. The truth doesn’t need to be real… just believable.” The woman tilted her head. “And what if it is real?” Sebastian’s smirk deepened. “Then it’s just more poetic.” __________

Her final weapon. One video. One lie. One truth twisted enough to shatter everything. “Let’s see how much love survives this.”

Parisa lowered her head in shame, staring at her interlaced fingers as though a solution might accrue from the emptiness between her cupped palms. “You was lucky it was me who came in.” Yarrow tossed her dreads and tilted one shoulder forward, blotting the sweat from her upper lip, “if it was someone else you’d be back in the factory getting re-” “I’m not a defect,” the pale creature uttered. “What now?”

"What truths are we meant to uncover here?" The Keeper's gaze shifted to a towering monument at the center of the nexus—a monument adorned with countless shimmering threads that intertwined and unraveled in a mesmerizing display. "Each thread represents a different story, a different moment in time. Your task is to unravel these threads, to understand the choices and consequences that have shaped the realm."

“You’ve been through a lot. I wanted to make sure you were… adjusting.” Sienna’s expression softened, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. “I’m trying.” “Trying?” “Trying not to lose myself in all of this,” she said quietly. “It’s like I’ve been dropped into a nightmare, and I’m just waiting to wake up.” Enzo’s chest tightened. “You’re not dreaming, Sienna.” “I know,” she whispered. “That’s what scares me.” There it was—that honesty, cutting through his defenses like a knife. Enzo had spent years surrounded by lies and deceit, but with Sienna, there were no masks. It unnerved him more than anything else.

He staggered backward, clutching his stomach as he screamed hysterically. "No way! That's impossible! I saw him get encased in the concrete with my own eyes. He had already lost all his limbs. "How could he have hidden a recorder pen? You're lying! Gabriella, you're lying to me!" As soon as he spoke, he froze on the spot. Gabriella calmly rose from the couch. "It's true. I lied about the recorder pen, but I know everything—you colluded with Oliver and leaked classified narcotics intelligence, causing the death of hundreds of our comrades. You even killed Daniel to silence him and fabricated evidence to frame Victor."

“If I stay, I’m their shield. If I leave and we go public, everyone sees the real structure. It’s a lot harder to bury the truth when everyone’s watching.” Lila heard herself ask what she’d been wanting to ask for months. “Do you want to be redeemed, Lucien? Or do you want to be free?” He met her eyes, no masks left. “I want to be honest. If that costs me everything, I’ll pay.” Something in her shifted—not forgiveness, but recognition. He was stepping off his throne to prove truth mattered more than pride. Daniel scowled. “You make this public, you start a fire under more than just Voss. You’re declaring war on everyone who’s gotten a taste.”

John would be furious. Vivian was Perry and Julie Macabe's oldest daughter, she had her mother's eyes of honey and her father's dark hair and olive skin. Even at the young age of seventeen, she had womanly curves. Vivian was not held captive by the social expectations of her day, much to her family's chagrin. Vince was not her first lover; her former lover had been Vince's best friend, Devon Parish. When Devon had started seeing another young girl from town named Jessica, Vince had merely to fix her with his dazzling hazel eyes and she was his.