The Truth Beneath Novels & Stories

But I’m too tired, too broke, and too desperate to care. So I click. Because what’s the worst that could happen? I stare at the listing for a solid minute, my thumb hovering over the screen. Private Chef Needed. Discreet. High Pay. Immediate Start. Discreet? That’s sketchy, right? That’s code for illegal, or prepare to cook for a cult, or maybe don’t ask too many questions if someone comes in bleeding. I should swipe away. I really should. But then my bank app pings, reminding me that my balance is exactly $12.47, and my landlord already gave me the look last week. The one that says, “I’m giving you till Friday, sweetheart, and then you’re out.”

They discussed their strategies, ensuring that they were prepared for whatever truths they would uncover. Alex, the leader with an unwavering determination, voiced their shared sentiments. "This chapter is crucial for us," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "We have come so far, and now it's time to face the truth head-on. Whatever it may be, we must be ready to embrace it and use it as a catalyst for change." Andrea, known for her intuition and empathy, added, "The truth has a way of setting us free. It may challenge our beliefs and shake the foundations of what we thought we knew, but in the end, it will lead us to a deeper understanding of ourselves and the world around us."

Davey was the only one who ever gave me the truth. Even Addi lied to me. There'd been this one crazy, drug-fuelled night when Addi and I had both been partying hard, and we'd left the basement club where Davey was on the decks to sit outside and cool off, watching the sun come up as we went down. The buzz was starting to fade and sometimes when it does, when you feel it loosening its grip, there's this honesty, a truthfulness that just hits you straight in the heart, when you're almost ready to say what you never dared admit. Dark stuff. Deep shit you've kept locked way down inside where you think you've buried it just enough to keep it there, shoving mud and dirt into its mouth in the hope

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

Only the truth will unravel the mind which has become a slave to the hidden things. Another sad thing is that the mind is unable to acknowledge the red lights that shine its path. It seeks what doesn’t seek it and even then, when it knows to turn back, it is fueled by rebellion to keep up till the truth unravels. But the truth is not always what is expected. The truth. Is that even a thing or just the phrase that keeps Sebastian late out this night, driving back home to his sleeping daughter and wife. He shuts his eyes and the only words that registers are;

Just the truth, ugly and sharp as broken glass. Betrayal.

Its surface was shattered, spiderweb cracks spreading out like fractured veins. I reached out and touched the cold glass. The broken reflections fractured my face into jagged pieces, distorting my features into something unrecognizable. A shiver ran down my spine. This was no accident. Someone had been here — sending a message I wasn’t yet ready to read. --- That night, sleep was a stranger. In the darkness, I heard a whisper, faint but clear. *“Find the truth beneath the surface.”* I told myself it was the wind, the city playing tricks on a tired mind. But deep down, I knew it was something more. Something waiting.

"In any war, truth is the first victim. Can you not see that? Could she not see it?" "Can you deny that Tina Davis was murdered because she was testing lies that reinforced the war struggle recovering than the facts would have done?" "I am saying," the Home Secretary said, "that the disparity between truth and lies is immaterial in time of war. True or false? Right or wrong? These questions are inconsequential now. It's all down to allegiance. Are you with us or against us? Surely you of can see that." "And anyone who isn't with you?" "-- is with the guerrillas and must be removed!" said the Home Secretary.

Not that I think an omen such as mine could get any worse. “It’s a powerful energy… but it isn’t… bad.” She murmurs. I frown sharply but I don’t say anything, this is strange… there are so many who cross this area but don’t know what is beneath it, but here is a wolf-less woman that can sense the same energy as one of us royals... “Interesting… between us… the chamber of truth is right beneath our feet.” I say quietly as I approach her. Her eyes widen before she looks around sharply. “Why have you brought me here?”

As Drew pulls me closer and kisses me softly under the faint shimmer of lights, I can’t help but think… How could a man so sweet have been hiding beneath the surface all this time? THE END