This Is What The Truth Feels Like Novels & Stories

"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!"

Breathless, I became instantly. "Kill you? Don't ever repeat that." An obsessive tone, I received. Another sensation had aroused, one of an unexplainable but pleasurable heat. It radiates from his skin onto mine. I melt at the closeness of his broad and tall frame. Like the north and south pole of a magnet, I feel the reaction. My core warms up and while I don't understand what's happening, I feel a tightening against my butt as his pants pushes against me even more.

The burning photographs extinguish, plunging us into darkness again except for the eerie glow now emanating from Truth's skin. "Detective Rodriguez," Truth says, voice lilting with amusement, "always so procedural. So by-the-book. Even when the book has been rewritten." Rodriguez stiffens. "How do you know my name?" "I know everything about all of you," Truth continues. "Victoria's jealousy. James's greed. Marcus's guilt. Catherine's secrets." Those uncanny eyes shift to me. "And Sophia's... special genetic makeup." My blood freezes in my veins. "What are you talking about?"

Let the photos poison everything they had left between them, fragile as it already was. She steps into the street, rain lashing against her cheeks like punishment for sins she hasn't committed. Droplets cling to her lashes, blurring the world around her into watercolor impressions of reality. But she doesn't stop. Doesn't slow. The cold seeps through her designer coat, but she welcomes it—anything to numb the burning in her chest. If no one will fight for the truth, she will. Even if it breaks her. Even if there's nothing left to salvage when the dust settles.

I thought, just for a moment, that maybe he’d feel a flicker of guilt. When he came back to his senses, he merely brushed my reaction off. “Have you been pretending so long you’ve convinced yourself you’re dying of cancer?” he asked, looking completely unfazed by my outburst. “Drop the act. You can’t fool me, Lorien. You’re disgusting!” At that moment, my heart went cold. Then Jessica came closer and leaned in with a cruel smirk. “Now that the medicine’s gone, you might as well wait for death,” she whispered.

He felt like his body was being scorched in flames and frozen in a freezer at the same time. Damian gasped for air, but it felt like the air was getting thinner, and he was suffocating. No. This couldn't be happening…! Skylar's confused voice came in again. "How could you know nothing about this at all? Before she went for the training, she even called you one last time." During the despair, Damian's remaining shred of reasoning kicked in, and he instinctively protested, "No, she didn't! She never contacted me!"

“Just like that. Fuck me.” Her words, her eager compliance, pushed me further. I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back, my mouth at her ear. “You feel that?” I grunted, my voice strained. “That’s all for you. Every bit of it.” It was a lie, and we both knew it, but in the heat of the moment, it felt true. The physical reality of her, the smell of her sweat and sex, the sounds of our bodies connecting, the sight of her fingers clawing at the sofa cushions. It was the only truth that mattered.

A shiver run down my spine seeing it, My palms curled into fist. To be continued............. A/P "The fear of losing someone you love makes the truth come out." ~A/N

The world doesn’t end. Elias half-expects it to. When he wakes the morning after the interview goes live, his first instinct is still panic—heart racing before his eyes even open, body braced for impact. For years, truth has felt like something that detonates. Something that takes everything down with it. But the ceiling is still there. The light through the curtains is ordinary. Alexander is still beside him, breathing slow and even, one arm thrown loosely across Elias’s waist like it belongs there.

the truth feels like a shadow shifting just beyond reach. but one thing i do know if the world decides to destroy him it wont stop until there’s nothing left.and i cant just stand by and watch. Not again. not this time. i lock my phone the screen going dark my reflection staring back at me.my heart thuds in the silence the decision already forming somewhere deep in my chest. ill get the truth whatever it costs.