True Beauty Main Character Novels & Stories

“There is no wrong thing. Just the truth.” “The truth makes me look terrible. Like I’m exactly what Marcus is saying—someone who kept devastating secrets and then came back for money.” Avalon rolled toward her, found her hand in the dark. “The truth also makes you human. Flawed but trying. That’s not terrible. That’s real.” “I hope the judge sees it that way.” “She will. Because Margaret just showed her how.” Selene squeezed his hand. “Two days,” she whispered. “Two days,” he agreed.

The girl with the pink hair asked " Well, to tell you that the truth, even I don't know. " I replied truthfully. " How is that possible? You are the writer of the book so of course, you should know, alright? " " Hm, but I guess that you guys will have to wait to find out. " I replied with a wink. " Oh, we haven't introduced ourselves yet. " " Yeah. " " Am sorry about that, I am Lyla Denim and this is my Twin Sister Ryla Denim " She said.

explained the man named Eric. “From her profile, I see similarities. Hugo and Jane are both students from an Elite school. Also, Jane has feelings for Hugo…” "From here, I have a plan. Helena… you disguised yourself as a student at that Elite school. Find out any information related to Hugo and Jane," Eric said to the long-haired woman. She is Helena. Helena furrowed her brows disapprovingly. "I don't like having to hang out with spoiled kids with lots of wealth. Sorry Eric. I refused to do that."

Though I can say that this lady in front me has the same level as that woman I pointed earlier in appearance. "Y-you're lying!" Her expression is a little pissed but her cheeks arw burning. "Why would I?" I started walking to that lady. "Excuse me." I politely said and wore my smile. I gave them a warm smile. "I'm Blue and I'm looking at you since earlier. I find you really attractive." "Oh, my. To think that I would be able to catch your attention. It's my pleasure. I'm Bianca." I'm not really interested.

My face swelled up in happiness as I watched them kiss and grin with everyone smiling. My eyes caught with that pair of eyes that I’d missed for days now. We haven’t spoken in a long time and it was killing me. But I didn’t know how to because I was already feeling bad for lying and keeping secrets away from him. He sucked on his lip and bit it temporarily before taking his eyes away and shifting it to the opened door. His lips parted slightly as he stared at the doorway. A lady just walked in with a blossoming charisma. Her legs are very long, and her shape of face was an oval. She had just like my color, but she was taller, and more curvy. She was so beautiful and when she smiled and moved

She searched for a lie in his eyes, but his eyes were filled with genuine love and care for her. Was she imagining things? No… no… he is a bad guy. He wants to leave her. This was all an act to have sex with her. But somewhere in her heart, she knew that he was genuine. Poor Laya doesn't know that she was believing a lie that she heard rather than believing the truth she was seeing. Rahul saw the mixture of questions in her eyes. He knew she was confused at her behavior. All he needed was some time. He truly hoped she would give that to him.

She circled me slowly, like a predator. “You know the funny thing about lies?” she said. “They require too much maintenance. But the truth… it’s simple. It survives fire. And that’s what I’ve got, sister. The truth. You’re going to burn in it.” “I’m not afraid of you.” She stopped, inches from my face. “You should be.” We stood there for a moment, two versions of the same face, one warped by obsession, the other anchored by pain. Then she stepped back, smoothing her dress.

To only move up those thin fingers, to hold the mask and take it off. A smooth face comes in vision.No way like the rugged face that everyone presumed. A small button nose, thin lips and big doe like eyes. That have seen too much to remain innocent and alive. The person looked beautiful. With face flawless and untouched. Except for that Scar. That runs down from the corner of her eye to half of her cheek. A reminder of struggles and survival. A token of her undefeated will. Her. Yes, that was her true self which no one knows and nor could they even guess.

The pulsing Genesis core. Then Dominic, his face appearing in one shimmering reflection, eyes full of that quiet, fierce love. Her chest constricted painfully. She reached toward it. The image dissolved into glittering dust. The founder’s voice remained maddeningly calm. “This is where truth lives.” Scarlett’s breathing sharpened. “No.” A pause. “This is where you trap people.” The woman’s smile deepened, almost amused. “Perspective.” Scarlett hated the serenity in her tone. Hated how she spoke of pain like it was philosophy.

he asked. “Because you know me,” she whispered. “You know the scar on my right hand from when I fell off your bike. You know the lullaby you used to hum when you couldn’t sleep. You know what I smell like after a thunderstorm.” Every word tugged at his chest, familiar and sharp. Then the golden one spoke. “Memory can be replicated,” she said evenly. “Love can be imitated. But truth cannot.” He turned toward her. “And what’s your truth?”