Novel & Cerita This Is What The Truth Feels Like

Letting the truth bleed. Letting it carve me clean.

If I could choose anything I would be good and bad one day I would fall into love and stay Would fall into love And it's not fair I keep on writing a sequel to stories I know that are not there I don't wanna die but I don't wanna live like this I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel Something really real so that I can really Feel like a person again I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel Something really real so that I can really Feel like a person again If I am telling the truth Watching my friends break their hearts into two Makes me jealous, I know that it's cruel

"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.

Tension coiled through the squad like barbed wire, tightening around every chest. Martin felt it in his bones—the lactic acid screaming, the bruise on his shin throbbing from an earlier challenge, the rain now soaking through his kit until it clung like a second skin. But he pushed it all down. This wasn’t just a final anymore. It was a testament. To resilience. To love that refused to stay in the shadows. To the man whose voice still echoed in his head from those secret pitches: Finish this for us.

“They say you have the footage. Nobody knows who leaked it, but many already do.” I wasn’t surprised. The council members had all seen the videos. Someone would talk. I didn’t need to know who. It was enough that the information was out. In my last life, I screamed until my throat bled and nobody listened. This time, they believed what they saw. The truth didn’t need shouting; it needed an opportunity to be seen. I closed the book and set it aside. “Leo.” “Yeah?” “Thank you.” He glanced at me but said nothing, stood, and turned off the living room lights. Footsteps faded down the hallway. The door to his room clicked shut.

, 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.

Stella, Kai looks so handsome tonight.... I don’t know how lucky I am to have someone like him interested in me. My mind is so messed up, I can’t distinguish between reality and imagination anymore. I’m seeing that asshole everywhere, even when he’s not really there, and my dreams are getting worse... and worse. Nowadays, I cry more than I smile. I just want this nightmare to be over so I can move on with my life and be a normal teenager again.

“A chemical reaction. A temporary madness. What we offer is purpose eternal.” Something cold snaked up from the ground, wrapping around my ankles like liquid silver. I tried to step away, but my feet had sunk into the earth, rooting me in place. The cold sensation climbed higher, slithering up my calves, my thighs, coiling around my waist and squeezing until breathing became difficult. “What are you doing to me?” I gasped as the cold reached my chest, my heart. “Opening you to truth,” the voice replied, growing stronger, clearer. “Breaking through the walls built around you true self.”

“You deserve to know. But you aren’t going to like what you hear.” I shuffle backwards to sink down onto the sofa and she takes the seat beside me, looking to me expectantly. I try to memorize the way she’s looking at me right now. Her eyes are so wide, so vulnerable. She doesn’t know the truth of who I am yet, and once she does, I have a feeling she’ll never open herself up to me again like she is right now. What’s that they say- the truth will set you free? For me, the truth feels like a death sentence. I can’t see a life worth living without the girl beside me in it.

I was wrong, I don't know myself. All the facts, I admit it. Is it possible? Could this be the end for us. Game feeling really makes you crazy. This is not die conscience. This is my passion. Ket's see together. We are trapped. I cry. ******