The Truths Novels & Stories

Unknown: “You’ve made the proper choice. Now it’s time to study the entire truth.” I froze, dread creeping down my spine. The entire truth? What greater may want to there in all likelihood be?

My daughter, Amelia Rossum, comes home with her palm pierced all the way through by a pencil. I drop my mop in a panic, hastily change out of my loungewear, and rush her to the ER. At the hospital entrance, my husband, Benedict Rossum, jumps out of his car and immediately lashes out at me. "How could you let this happen to her?" Our neighbor, Lorelei Bates, trails behind him, holding her daughter's hand. She addresses him gently, "Benedict, don't be so hard on Clarissa. Everyone makes mistakes." He scoffs. "Other mothers can keep their kids safe perfectly fine. What's her excuse? I bet she did this on purpose to guilt me into coming home early!" Amelia recoils and hides behind me. Seei

he argued, “if we let them change, if we let them cross lines… how do we know what is right? How do we know what is true? How do we keep them from falling into chaos and ruin?” “Because truth does not change when people change,” I answered softly. “Truth is simply how things are. And things are made to connect. Made to belong. Made to weave together into something stronger and finer than any single part could ever be. You do not lose truth when you open your gates. You find more of it. You find parts you never knew existed, parts that were hidden behind your own walls.”

“Whatever we choose, we stay together. No hesitations. No betrayals. One step at a time.” I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. Desire whispered to me, teasing, tempting, promising easy survival if I let it. Lies called to me, insinuating that I could manipulate, cheat, or protect myself at the expense of the others. But Truth… truth demanded courage. Integrity. Sacrifice. It demanded that I put aside fear, passion, and temptation for the greater good. Elliot tightened his grip. “Truth is never the easiest path,” he said quietly. “But it’s the only one that doesn’t destroy you, or the people you care about.”

They had let me think the worst of them all this time, just so that I wouldn't suffer the weight of these memories. But surviving was not enough, I wanted to live and I would only achieve that by knowing the truth. And the truth was liberating. I no longer felt guilty for feeling the way I did about three different people, but I felt so many inconsistent and unreasonable things. I lost myself in Logan's grey gaze, the sparkle in his eyes, the calmness of his expression, -I... He put his finger on my mouth, “Okay.”

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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

"If I admit all of that, I have nothing left, no defense, no justification, nothing." "You have nothing left anyway," I pointed out gently. "At least this way you'd have the truth." "The truth doesn't pay debts," Ethan said bitterly. "The truth doesn't restore reputation, the truth just makes everything worse." "Only if you keep running from it," I said. Ethan laughed, sharp and humorless. "You really believe that," he said. "You really think the truth fixes things." "I think the truth is the only thing that gives you a chance at fixing things," I corrected. "Lies just make the damage permanent."

He does not. Instead, he reads it again, and the words open in his chest with a pain that feels too private for publication. The line is good. Worse, it is true. That has always been Julian’s defense. Truth belongs on the page. Truth earns its place. Truth does not apologize for making powerful men uncomfortable. But this truth has Adrian’s breath on it. Julian leans back in his chair and rubs one hand over his face.

"It's too dangerous to go back. The snow is getting worse. The wind is getting stronger. You'll freeze before you make it halfway. The storm is coming. The night is dark. The path is hidden. The wolves are restless. The cold is deadly. The truth is waiting. The truth is here. The truth is ready. The truth is yours. The truth is everything. The truth is love. The truth is hope." "I can't stay." "You have to." She looked at me. Her eyes were ancient. Knowing. Full of love. Full of grief. Full of hope. Full of truth. Full of everything. Full of light. Full of wisdom. Full of peace. Full of grace. Full of faith. Full of joy. Full of love.