Novel & Cerita The Truth Beneath

"Everything okay?" She forces a smile, brittle and empty. "Peachy." But inside, everything is unraveling. The walls she thought she could hold are cracking. The world she thought she understood is fracturing with every truth revealed, every lie unmasked. And for the first time since this war began, she realizes what she should have seen all along: In this game of power and betrayal... trust isn’t just fragile. It might not exist at all.

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."

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.

Another buzz. This is not a joke. Answer me. Fear rooted itself under my ribs. I swallowed hard and walked faster. Just keep going, Tanya. Just get home. Just—

Aldrich sneered. "I also know that—" "Tell me what you want or I'll tell your father you're here right now." "Okay, I'll say it. But let me go first." Aldrich let go of Derrick. "I want to live here," Derrick said. "Hahaha. In your dream," replied Aldrich. "Oh, come on—" "Get out of my house now!" "I'll give you anything—" "Get out!" "Listen, I'm being chased by a Vampire Hunter. So at least give me a place to hide," Derrick explained.

It seems like Dad is bidding his last good bye. “Look at your hand. This is your soul art. Y-you are a Spirit user.” Dad said in between his sobs. I wiped my tears away to see my hands clearly. There I saw several white circles that seems like pearls. They’re emitting a radiant light and like dancing on my palm. “What are they?” I asked in awe but before I get an answer to my question, a massive grey smoke emerged from the marble floor. It started getting very cold, as if we were being locked up in a freezer. The coldness came from the dark shadow thing that came out of nowhere.

How was I supposed to find proof of something that happened years ago, proof buried under my mother’s grave? “Evil deeds are easy to cover up with money but the truth can't be easily obtained, why? Why can't it be easier for the truth? Why must lies prevail? “No matter the circumstances, the truth will always find its way out. It can't be hidden forever,” Andy said. “Where do we even start?” I asked bitterly.

The rest of the truth is on there. *** My hands, already shaking, tore through the envelope like a woman possessed. And there it was—small, sleek and black. The simple flash drive which was supposed to tell me the truth. With a deep breath, I picked it up, holding it between my fingers like it might explode. “This… This isn’t just about my mum anymore,” I murmured, staring at the little device that was supposed to reveal everything. I opened my laptop and slid the flash drive into place and my screen flickered to life. I scrolled through the folders until one labeled The Truth stopped me cold.

"Why confess your flaws? Why reveal your darkness? Why show us your imperfection? We believed in you. We trusted you. We followed you. Why destroy that belief? Why shatter that trust? Why undermine that following? Why tell us this?" "Because it is true," Ember said simply. "Because you deserve the truth. Because following someone based on a false belief is not real following. Because trusting someone based on incomplete knowledge is not real trust. Because believing in someone who hides their darkness is not real belief. You deserve to know who I really am. What I really am. How I really am. You deserve to know my flaws. My darkness. My imperfection. Then you can choose. Choose whether to st

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!