Novel & Cerita The Truth Hurts Book

Just the thought broke my heart into pieces. Cough* I felt a liquid sliding down on my neck from my mouth. I want to sleep but I still want to see him. I really love this man. "D-drake hubby." S-shit, my voice cracked. "I love you." A tear escaped my eyes but I doubt that it will be noticeable. It hurts so bad, I know that I'll be leaving him so soon and I already readied my heart for this moment. But I'm breaking into pieces and it felt so familiar.

"I mean, no offend, okay? It's just an opinion," "Sure, sure, what is it?" She agreed as she nodded every after of the word sure. "What if the four marks are the good ones and the government is the bad one?" He asked maintaining eye contact with her. "Ohh..." She got speechless. "That's... out of the box," She added. "By the way, in any chance, did you witness the appearance of the Sacred Book of Truths? I am curious!" He acted like an innocent curious boy. "Yeah, sure! We can go there right now!"

" After he walked out, Sarah banged her head lightly on the table in utter disappointment. His reaction wasn't what she expected at all. She thought bringing their matrimonial matters to his work place would anger him and unleash some hidden demons but none of that happened. "I guess I'm still stuck with him". * Shirley arrived her home about 40 minutes earlier but she sat at their porch and made sure her mother had slept off before entering. She finally walked into the apartment as quietly as she could. The same sight that greeted her everyday was before her again. A wasted woman who was supposed to be her mother lying comfortably in her own vomits with empty bottles of alcohol everywhere.

The sentence lands like a punch straight to the gut. And just like that, a whole bunch of messy, shitty truths come crashing in — ugly, sharp-edged truths — gripping me hard and mercilessly. The kind that don’t ask permission. The kind that rearranges your insides. It grips my balls like a vise. Was I wrong? Fucking shit. I stare at him, desperately looking for something — a twitch, a lie, a crack — anything that justifies the damage I’ve done. But his face gives me nothing. Except his eyes.

Life continuing without her permission. She opened the notebook. _Chapter 9: The day the lie lost its power._ Under it she wrote: _Chapter 10: The day after truth._ She wrote slow. Handwriting messier than usual because she wasn’t trying to make it perfect. _Yesterday I said the ugly thing out loud. The thing someone said about me at 17 before I had a job, before I had a chance. Today I learned life doesn’t end after ugly truth. Life continues. Life looks like grass stains on my knees and no one telling me to hide them. Life looks like Nathan’s shoulder and it doesn’t burn. Life looks like Destiny writing ‘After’ and handing it to me like a key. Life looks like Linda’s voice in a 5-second no

I didn’t need to raise my voice to intimidate him. My presence was enough. “I liked you, Benny. You had talent,” I moved back, shaking my head. “Marshal, believe me. Boss?” he pleaded. The sight of him wanted me to shoot his brains out, even right now, he had the audacity to lie at my face. Well, he did have balls. “You know what’s worse? I thought if you’d been honest with me, I would have let you off easy,” I lied.

He asked I looked at him, then at the board. Then back at him. “After that…” My voice was calm, cold and controlled. “…they fall.” Because the truth was, what I had done so far? Was nothing. It was just the first cracks, the first warning, the first taste. And the real damage? The kind that couldn’t be fixed. The kind that couldn’t be hidden. The kind that destroyed everything it touched was still coming. And when it arrived, there would be no confusion. No doubt. No escape. Only one truth. They should have never touched my family.

A cruelty rather than relief. Half-truths may be worse than full lies at times, but truth for truth’s sake. It’s a weapon all its own. A way to hurt or punish someone with things they can’t change or help. Why do that to someone? How could I possibly hurt or maybe even endanger them with that knowledge? I wouldn’t call my current ‘walk of shame’ from Sai’s place home, one of revelry. Just quiet contemplation on all the changes that one act can bring.

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

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.