The Truth Beneath Novels & Stories

On New Year's Eve, Gwen Hurst and I attended a reunion with our old classmates. After several rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. Gwen was the first to lose and drew Truth. "What was your biggest regret when it came to love?" She answered without hesitation, but her gaze kept drifting toward her first love, Nikolas Stratton, who was sitting nearby. "My greatest regret was not ending up with the person I loved most. Instead, I married my backup and settled for a life of compromise." The room erupted in shock. Everyone thought I would storm out in anger, but I only smiled and gestured for the game to continue. When it was my turn, the question became, "Have you ev

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."

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;

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?”

The truth, like a needle in a haystack, seemed elusive, but we refused to give up. As we drove deeper into the rabbit hole, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. We discovered a network of individuals, each with their own motives and agendas, all entangled in a web of deceit that spanned years. The photograph was just a small piece of a much larger puzzle, and we were determined to uncover the truth at its core. Through sleepless nights and relentless determination, we slowly pieced together the fragments of the past. The truth, when it finally emerged, was both shocking and heartbreaking. We were faced with a revelation that shook the very foundation of our beliefs, leaving us

“You’re right. But if you want the real truth, you need to see what we’ve seen. There’s more. It won’t make sense until you see it for yourselves.” Trish stepped closer. “Come with us. There’s a chamber beneath the church. Records, relics, forbidden knowledge. If we’re going to stop this thing, we need your help.” Scott looked at Faith. She gave the smallest of nods. “Then show us,” he said. “We’re done waiting in the dark.” Hell A wind screamed through the abyss. We flew across rivers of fire, past jagged canyons filled with shrieking souls. The sky burned red. Obsidian cliffs rose like fangs, each echoing with the endless cries of the damned.

On the night before my wedding, the bridal party is too excited to sleep, so someone suggests a game of anonymous confessions. Everyone writes down one thing they want to say to me, the groom-to-be. I eagerly close my eyes, expecting heartfelt wishes and congratulations, but the first note stuns me. "You bastard. If you weren't forcing my sister to marry you, Lyle would be my brother-in-law!" Lyle Thomas is my best friend. Just three hours earlier, he called to apologize, saying a last-minute business trip had come up and he couldn't make it to the wedding. My hands tremble as I continue reading. "That watch she gave you as a wedding present is one Lyle turned down. He said it looked ch