The Truths Novels & Stories

, I begged her. She let out a big sigh. "Alright. Now, listen carefully. The truth I'm going to reveal won't be easy at all for you to believe. So, promise me, no matter what I say you'd believe me as I believe you, ok?", She asked. "I promise.”, I replied. "Alright, so listen to me. All the things you said are correct. They aren't normal but if you knew till now it is impossible for a clever student like you to not know the correct answer, right? Of course, you know that you're a vampire.

All of it. Every lie. Every truth. Every moment in between. It all led here. To this. To us. End of Chapter 120

I say, strolling back toward her. “Besides Rat Trap on your fake tits, the second game is called Truth: A Little Flesh or Lies: A Lot of Flesh.” I smirk. “Rules are simple. I’m going to adjust our little rat friend, so he’s positioned right above your overpriced silicone tits. Then, I ask a question. As I heat the bucket. You answer and if I believe you, I release a little heat. Vincent over there, he takes part of a finger. But if we think you’re lying?” I glance over at Vinny. “I heat the bucket, and he takes the whole fucking finger.”

Tomorrow he had a seven o clock meeting and a full day after that and none of this would be any different by morning. But it would still be there. It was always still there. That was the thing about certain truths. You could go to bed on them and wake up on them and they did not move. They just waited. Patient and permanent. Until you were ready to look at them properly. He was not ready yet. But he was getting closer than he wanted to be.

Perhaps, it was because the wind was blowing fog that had been in my mind for days. Eric's arms were giving me the perfect amount of warmth. I didn't move, simply I didn't have the strength to pry him away. "You know whenever I try to do things right. Everything gets messed up." He started saying. "Because instead of truth, you always take support of lies," I told him in between. "Maybe you are right. But I get scared. Truth makes everything different" My hair flew at his face. He tried to keep them away. "Truth might make things difficult but lies ruins everything forever," I told him whatever I felt like. Lies can certainly make you happy at times but the truth is eternal. It will come out

“You only think that because you haven’t heard of my reputation. After a day or two in Mystic Rune pack, you will know the truth. All I wanted was to shout and scream and scream, but I pushed myself to say, “The truth women tell other women is not the same truth they tell men.” His smile grew. “There can be only one truth. All else is falsity.” I managed to sputter out, “Exactly.” He smiled, but his hold on my face and arm tightened. A second later, I realized why when someone’s hands touched my burns, the anguish rendering the world brilliant white, just Tristan’s grip keeping me standing as I howled and screamed in pain.

“You think truth breaks us? It’s what binds us. We’ve faced our failures and kept going.” Verath’s eyes narrowed, and the loom flared, showing a final truth: Jessica, alone, her companions dead, the nexus a wasteland. “This is your fate,” he said. “Truth cannot be denied.” The hollowness threatened to consume her, but she remembered her mother’s words: *“The balance is yours.”* Truth wasn’t just pain—it was love, unity, hope. She reached for the loom, her glow pouring into the white threads, not to destroy but to weave her truth—their bond, their resilience, their choice to fight.

♠ 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒊 𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚.

Each screen displayed streams of communications, financial movements, operational reports, and surveillance footage a living, shifting web of connections, intentions, and potential vulnerabilities. “Good,” Adrian said without looking up. “Today, truths will be revealed, intentionally or otherwise. Some will clarify loyalties, others will destabilize. Your task is to observe, anticipate reactions, and manage consequences. Mistakes will have repercussions.” I nodded, my mind already mapping potential outcomes. Truth, unlike deception, was not always straightforward. It could strengthen relationships or unravel them depending on timing, perception, and presentation. Handling truth required as m

"Derek, truth, or dare?" "Dare," "Yell out the first word that comes into your mind," Tyler said. "BREASTS!" Derek yells out. We burst out laughing and continue with the game. "Vanessa, truth, or dare?" Derek asks. "Truth," I answer. "Which player would you like to swap lives with for a week?" He asked. "Uhh, I don't know, Hails, I guess?" I respond "Why?" Hailee questioned. "Becau--"