True Beauty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You regret telling me the truth, don’t you?” “I do, yes.” “Why?” “Because this world takes good and sweet people and twists them up on the inside. It confuses them, ruins them, and crushes their soul right before it spits them back out. And you, my sweet, sweet, Keri… deserve more than I could ever offer you. I wish my naked truths would set you free, but I’m afraid it’s only caused you more grief, and you will never have your happily ever after with me.”

She takes two steps backwards, making way for me to get out of the elevator, probably so she can get it. I get out, put I don't hold the elevator open, I let it shut. “What the hell Bryan?” She shouts. And I smile, you think your name is just a name until it leaves the mouth of someone so beautiful, someone with such a beautiful voice, someone who makes your name sound much better than it should ever really sound. “Your eyes.” I can't believe those are the first words I speak, I clear my throat, and I make myself clearer. “Your eyes, they're no longer blue, they are brown.”

He didn't believe he couldn't force out the truth. Jessica calmly raised her eyes, meeting Marcus's gaze and giving him a dazzling smile. "Seduced you? Mr. Marcus.. My vision is 20/20, with no nearsightedness, and no astigmatism. Even if I wanted to seduce someone, I would choose a more...pure man. I suggest you go look at yourself in the mirror in the bathroom, with your butterfly face. Stay inside and don't come out to seduce women, or you might get haunted by a female ghost in the middle of the night."

Truth. Truth is like a weapon for the darkness for it brings out light and reveals everything the darkness had hidden away. As it was then so it will be. Christopher was ecstatic as he made his way down the paved pathway between the flowers. He'd never in his life kiss someone as breathtaking as Tiana and man was he going to brag about it. She really likes him? Wait he didn't know for sure now because he never said it first to get her response.

“I know and I respect that, but please never look into my eyes and lie again. Truth is like a string from one point to the next, whereas a lie is similar to a spider’s web being spun; no matter how hard or soul-crushing, truth is always better than a lie.” “I understand,” I say, sniffing. “No more lies from me, I promise. Now, let’s go and meet our Lucky.” The genuine smile on his face is blinding and sends a shiver down my spine. Even as I try to push it down, I know I am falling in love with this man… and it will probably be disastrous for me in the end.

I gave him a nod signaling him to tell mom the truth. "Mom. . . t-there's something I need to t-tell you," he shuddered. "What is it honey," she said looking puzzled. "You're gonna want to sit down," I said. She dropped her purse on the floor and came to sit next to me on the couch. "Well, I'm waiting," she said. "Uh, you remember Hailee right, Vanessa's friend?" he replied. "Yeah, what about her?" "Um, me and her. . .we've been having. . .s-sex," he muttered.

I saw sadness in her eyes. Sorry, Sam, but we need to face and accept the truth. "Maybe your right when you told me that MAYBE Bree loves me, that she was deceived by her dream of happily ever after with Seb. But what about Seb? We all know that ever since this whole plan started, her heart shouts for Bree alone. He can't even look at other girls, even to you." I explained to her. I know it's not comforting, but I think this is what we need.

"What Dakota just said is bone-chilling… That cadaver died from a failed heart transplant…" The rest of the live comments spiraled into speculation. Reading them felt like falling into a rabbit hole. I couldn't even focus on responding to Dakota. My silence seemed to unnerve her. She grabbed me, forcing me to look into her eyes. "You're not mad, right, honey? We didn't go through with the ceremony, but we're technically already married. That's a fact. Trust me, I only love you." For a moment, I suddenly found the woman I had loved for years a little repulsive. She was truly rotten to the core.

"We're being honest today. Both of us. Writing truth instead of pretty lies. So yes. I want the fantasy. The performance. The beautiful lie. And you'll give it to me. Because you're conditioned to. Because you have no choice. And I'll take it. Knowing exactly what it is. Knowing it's not real. Not chosen. Not love. Just ownership with flowers and a white dress." She was quiet. Then: "At least we understand each other. No illusions. No pretending between us. Just the truth of what this is. What we are." "Yes. The truth. Always the truth between us. Even when we lie to everyone else. Even when the ceremony is full of beautiful words and false promises. Between us we know. We see it clearly. Yo

If they were to rebuild their family, transparency and honesty would be crucial. After breakfast, Meera decided to take a walk in the garden, hoping the tranquility would help her gather her thoughts. The flowers were in full bloom, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling inside her. She wandered through the garden, her mind replaying the events of the previous night when Abhi had visited and revealed the truth about her past.