True Beauty Main Character Novels & Stories

Compassion flittered in his eyes, but again, I refused his comfort and I looked away. "Don't you guys think it's interesting that Tru's uncle is a terrorist. Sorry, Tru, suspected terrorist," corrected Conrad. "And her aunt is a super healer usemi/idimmu who murdered her sister? And, that they are both on the run from the Nasaru? Don't you think we should start looking into Tru's parents?" "Oh, come on, guys," scoffed Ruthie. "I've met her uncle and he's so not a bad guy. Besides, he's not even her real uncle."

Maybe if we had done that earlier, all this shit with wouldn’t have happened”. Paul stood looking at her speechless; he was at a loss for word. Of course he didn’t give two dime what she felt but he had to pretend like he cared at least until he completes his father’s mission. “Baby… I didn’t want you to see me as a regular rich boy looking for a slut to warm his bed. I wanted to be different I wanted you to see me as honest”. “Yeah…you were different but not completely honest”. A brief silence followed before she continued “May be Adon was right after all”. She turned to leave and as she held the door knob. Paul spoke.

' With that thought, her performance deepened, her eyes conveying even more passion. Zyra was a vision of ancient beauty, her silk gown flowing around her, hairpins glinting in her hair, the picture of an innocent yet lively noblewoman from a past era. Her soft and deep eyes captivated the male lead, who was so bewitched he nearly flubbed his lines. "Simpson, you promised to marry me when you returned victorious. You can't break your promise," Zyra implored, gripping his sleeve, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, a vision that could unravel any man's demeanor.

Victor threw a small crystal sphere onto the ground. It exploded into blinding white light. Beauty covered her eyes. The cavern shook violently. When her vision returned... Everything had changed. The battlefield was gone. The guardians. The lake. The throne. Alex. Everyone. Gone. Beauty stood alone in an endless white space. A little girl appeared before her. She couldn't have been older than eight. She had silver eyes. Long black hair. And she wore the same pendant Beauty had inherited from her mother. The child smiled sadly.

Her shoulders trembled as she covered her face with her hands, muffling her quiet sobs. Zach had been paying her three thousand dollars a month—more than her husband ever earned. But who would willingly trade decades of freedom for a little extra money unless they had no other choice? "I can give you more," I said. "More than what he's offering. All I ask is that you persuade your husband to tell the truth—for his own sake and for my mother's justice. Your husband didn't do it in the first place. The real culprit is still out there, living freely."

In her hand, she held a leash. When she finally looked up, I froze. It was Laura Hicks—the campus belle. Her innocent, doll-like face gazed straight at me. "Laura, wh-what are you wearing? Where's the dog?" Her appearance was such a complete contrast to her usual image that I felt a strange unease crawl over me. "Right," she purred, her voice soft and sweet. "You're finally here. Puppy's starving…" I hastily pulled out the bag of dog food I had brought.

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?"

Tears dropped down my face at hearing her voice, so clear, so real, like she was standing right beside me. "But knowledge alone is not enough," her voice continued. "You need truth. Not the truth others tell you, but the truth you discover for yourself. The truth about who you are, what you are capable of, and what you are willing to sacrifice." The glowing faded, but the first lock remained open. Two more to go. I looked at Beatrice through my tears. "The second key. Truth. I need to discover some truth about myself?" Beatrice nodded slowly. "A truth you have been hiding from. A truth about your nature, your power, your destiny."

And because - and she was honest enough with herself at twenty past ten on a cold night to admit this, she wanted to see what he looked like when he wasn't performing for anyone. She walked through the doors of Apex Tower. The night doorman recognised her from earlier and nodded. She nodded back and went to find the elevator.

Her brother was her most favorite person and he most times talked to her about school. The golden glow of truth-sight came more frequently now, often when Sophia encountered new people or situations. She seemed to instinctively parse truth from deception, responding with delight to honesty and turning away from falsehood with surprising determination for one so young. "She rejected Councilor Mercer's attempts to hold her yesterday," I remarked as Liam joined her on the porch. "Wouldn't even look at him." Liam chuckled. "Smart girl. She knows a snake when she sees one."