Till Truth Do Us Part Novels & Stories

"I don't know how to do this part. The part where someone's actually *in* it with me instead of useful to me." "Then don't do it the way you do everything else." I crossed the space between us, close enough now that I could see the exhaustion under his eyes, close enough that this time neither of us pretended otherwise. "Just tell me the truth. Starting now. All of it, eventually. Not tonight. But eventually." "Eventually," he repeated, like he was testing whether the word could hold weight it had never had to carry before. "Eventually," I said again. He set the glass down without drinking it, and this time when his hand found mine, there was no counter between us, no cameras, no deal keepin

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

But this time, I didn’t shove them down. This time, I let them come. Because maybe they weren’t weakness anymore. Maybe they were proof. Proof that I’d survived. Proof that some part of me still believed people could change. I nodded. “Then try,” I said. “But that’s all it is. A chance. No promises. No guarantees.” “I don’t want promises,” he said. “I just want the truth.” And for the first time in what felt like years… We breathed the same air again. Side by side. Still trembling, still cracked. But together.

Completely. Our truth. Our story. Our proof. Perfect.

The journey had led us to this moment, where the light of truth would clash with the darkness of deception, forever changing the course of our lives. And so, hand in hand, we stepped into the unknown, guided by love, uncertainty, and a burning desire for the truth. The air crackled with tension as we confronted the enigmatic figure before us, their presence radiating a chilling aura. "You thought you could outsmart us, didn't you?" Alex's voice carried a hint of defiance, his eyes locked onto our adversary. "We won't be pawns in your twisted game any longer. It's time for the truth to be revealed."

The truth, like a needle in a haystack, seemed elusive, but we refused to give up. As we drove deeper into the rabbit hole, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. We discovered a network of individuals, each with their own motives and agendas, all entangled in a web of deceit that spanned years. The photograph was just a small piece of a much larger puzzle, and we were determined to uncover the truth at its core. Through sleepless nights and relentless determination, we slowly pieced together the fragments of the past. The truth, when it finally emerged, was both shocking and heartbreaking. We were faced with a revelation that shook the very foundation of our beliefs, leaving us

I couldn't wait to see. “Trinity,” Frank says now. “Would you go and make sure that Remi remembers our dinner arrangements for this evening?” “Of course,” Trinity beams, giving her husband a quick kiss. “You two go enjoy your pre-dinner drinks.” Nodding, Frank smacks her ass while she scurries past him, and I fight the urge to hurl. These two were almost exact replicas of my parents, and they didn't even have a supernatural bond between them. I guess humans were also capable of loving beyond limits.

I knew she had reached her limit with me. “My alarm.” The man's partner said quickly, trying to avoid raising suspicion. “I used the recording my man did of me sneezing once.” “Oh, I see.” Without seeing her face, I knew it was filled with distrust in what the man's partner had said. The presence of the man seemed to change everything though, as she did not hesitate to leave. As soon as the door shut, I pushed her hands off my face and opened the wardrobe door for fresh air. “What would you have done, if we fit caught?” Ava shot at me, without even allowing me to catch a breath.

"I know it doesn't make sense! But it's the truth!" "Jared, I can't... I can't deal with this right now." "When can you deal with it?" "Never." "Jane—" "No, Jared. I'm done." "Done with what?" "Done with you. Done with lies. Done with people who think about hurting me." "I would never hurt you now." "How do I know that?" "Because I'm telling you the truth." "You're telling me the truth now! What about all the other times?" "I was scared to tell you the truth."

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.