The Truth Beneath Novels & Stories

The saint beneath us wasn’t a saint, and something told me the real lies were only beginning. By the time the bell tolled for Lauds, I had made my decision. I would find the truth – no matter how deep it was buried or how many bodies had to be moved to reach it. Even if it meant tearing this holy place down brick by brick.

One afternoon, David wrapped his arms around me from behind while I was playing with our daughter, his chin resting in the hollow of my shoulder. "Mrs. Sullivan, your acting back then was truly masterful. Even I almost believed you really had amnesia." I turned and kissed the corner of his lips, smiling without a word. I looked out the window where sunlight streamed in beautifully. Alex's shadow was nowhere to be seen. My daughter laughed, taking little steps and running toward me with outstretched arms, tumbling into my embrace. This was the fragrance of life I had personally created. The top note was new beginnings, the middle note was true love, and the base note was eternal peace.

"Stella, my beautiful girl, calm down. Everything is alright now, I'm here." "Tell me, Professor Hamilton, what have you done with him?" "Don't worry, my dear. He is safe. Now, listen carefully. This next part is crucial. I need you to escape from your bodyguards and meet me at the rear of your apartment building. I will be waiting in my car to take you to your boyfriend." "How can I trust that you will truly bring me to him and that this isn't some sort of trick?" "You won't know unless you try," Hamilton replies, chuckling. "But here's a gesture of good faith."

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading. Stay tuned—the most dangerous truths have yet to be revealed. — Excel Arthur

Chloe stood nearby, tears welling in her eyes, her body trembling as she sensed the tide turning against her. "Now," I declared, addressing the room, "I will show all of you exactly what happened the day Charles came into my room. I’ll prove that the video displayed for the world to see was fake—an AI-generated lie." I opened the video on Mr. Grey’s phone and held it up for Stanley to see. The footage played, clear and undeniable. Stanley’s eyes widened in shock as the truth unfolded before him. The video showed Charles entering my room that day, his intentions clear as he tried to force himself on me. I pushed him away, my fear evident, and fled outside. The reality was stark, unfiltered, a

"Dad, Mom and I bought this for you. Mom loves you so much, so please help her." I took the item from him, and I looked at it to see a red string bracelet with a tiny gold bead on it. But just as my heart began to soften, the bullet comments appeared in front of my eyes again. [I can't watch this anymore. What kind of a present is that? It's obviously just the freebie that came with the gold watch they bought for the male lead. It's just gold-plated silver!] [The supporting male lead is so easy to fool... he'll be touched as long as it comes from his son.]

“You can keep telling yourself that Desmond but no one is going to see you in your true form and have the time to look into your fucking soul…. It is the entire reason that you are hiding the truth from Kennedie, isn’t it?” I was silent for a few seconds, but somehow it seemed to feel like eternity. Was she saying the truth, probably, but I was not going to accept it… I refused to believe it, for my own sanity. “What about you?” I countered “does your fiancé also know this, huh? That you are part monster as well” She spat “I will do anything in my power to make sure that I am not like you guys” I folded my arms “what do you really want from me Judith?” I asked.

He just don't want to admit at that he messed up on this. "Trust this only thing left after you removed all the impossible. Then this thing must be the final product of what you've processed. Do not think for the other possibility.for the truth must be accepted, even if it breaks your emotions down," the chairman said. "That's my advice for you, dear future detectives." He was already giving advice. I must say he have hit some parts in my emotions. The truth was sweet for some, but sometimes it tastes bitter for someone who have suffered.

I clenched my fists as I saw Kate document countless other girls who'd been through the same thing. A cheating man and a deceitful woman. When the world started admiring their "perfect love story," the hacker I hired would expose Kate's secrets, including to the people from Kate's hospital, the Diller family's neighbors, Jack's colleagues, and finally, our wedding planners. Just when everyone was praising their love, they would find out about me—an innocent woman tricked into marriage, pushed aside by her in-laws, coerced into surgery, and now the target of slander as Jack's ex-wife.

Too many defensive ornaments around the truth. I pushed a single sheet across the table to him, a routing log, only someone from the inside could easily explain. “Explain this entry then buddy.” His face blanched. Got him. “It wasn't… I d-didn’t m-mean…” He glanced to the others as if looking for salvation but there was none. I saw the fumble, sweat at the lips, a stutter that betrayed him. Because Mike never stutters. He babbles about pressure to pay a debt, threats about a contact who'd promise him to fix everything, something along those lines. The more he spoke the less coherent it became.