True Classics Review Novels & Stories

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The whole gala hall went from dead silence to shocked whispers and gasps. "Oh my god! Their identities are mixed up—it feels like we're in a movie!" "So Marshall is the real son? That poor thing. He's been through so much!" "The Bourns are terrible. They used their real son as a tool and treated the fake as if he were a treasure!" In the middle of that uproar, I picked up the microphone. "Wallace, there's one more thing in the safe." Wallace turned sharply and stared at me. I walked to the safe and took out another sealed folder from the bottom.

“Does that person have any other evidence that I was there?” "Unfortunately, none." Aldrich laughed loudly at the policeman's words. "Are you sure you're not listening to drunken bullshit? You are an officer, not a fiction writer. May I go now?” The policeman felt annoyed mixed with shame due to his own mistakes which made his authority destroyed instantly. Aldrich was still staring at the policeman with a confidence that had not diminished in the slightest since earlier. Finally, he let Aldrich leave the class. • • After arriving at the apartment, Aldrich threw his backpack on the sofa. Then he ransacked his entire living room into disorder. Some items fell to the floor, a few were broken.

Jonathan was trying to hold his laugh in and put his fist over his mouth. "Well, that was rude." Gabriel looked at me with a fake hurt expression, and I faked innocence. I shrugged and looked back at Narciso. "Horror sounds great," I said and leaned back happily. "Horror it is." He muttered and clicked on The Conjuring. I heard Gabriel beside me take a shaky breath in and fist his hands. I glanced at him confused but didn't comment on it. The movie started, and everything was going well when suddenly my hand was gripped tightly. I looked at my hand with widened eyes and at the person holding it.

I huffed. "I do, Tru. But you and I can discern the truth in ways others cannot. And sometimes our assurances aren't enough." Her voice softened. "Don't worry. Events will unroll as they are meant to, and everyone's true colors will be revealed." She sounded as cryptic as a fortune-teller. "Back to the thousand-year-old daddy," mocked Luke, looking at Zander. "I just gotta ask you one question. How decrepit does the old man look? I mean, come on! What was your mom thinking?"

" Starting tomorrow you will be joining the others to serve under me." "What? You think l will dress like that eyyy. That's a no no, and don't ever think l will let you boss me around. You stupid history creep. How can you people be so backward. Dressing in those lame kimono no taste of fashion at all. Kill me now at least l will die with my dignity but before all that can l at least do one thing." He watched me ramble on and on . "What may that be." "I admire your looks so much if not for your character you would be a perfect husband. Good looks, great body, a great taste of fashion. So l have decided that before l die l should at least die a happy girl. Can l kiss you."