True Colors: A Novel Novels & Stories

"I insist. And my name is Jessica. What's your name?" He smiled a real smile when I insisted that he take the cookies. "My name is Joshua. And thank you, Jessica." He answered and gestured for his partner to take one. I smiled in return and started making my way back to the house. I made my way to the kitchen and took my book to continue reading it in the living room. I checked my Apple Watch and saw that it was 1:20 pm. I sat on the couch and lost myself in the book. TIME SKIP

“Their eyes. One of them has hazel. The other has green. But what if the mirror isn’t just showing colors—it’s revealing truth.” They all stare at me like I’ve suddenly gone off-script. “The curse,” I say, “was built on illusion, manipulation, twisted perception. What if the only way to see the truth is through something that strips all that away? Not just how they look… but how they feel. Who they are inside.” Parker blinks, genuinely impressed. “That’s… actually smart.” “Don’t sound so surprised,” Trixie jabs him in the ribs, smirking.

Another demand in the back of my mind. Finally, they rushed towards me, but this time there was something else I saw, something new. Their eyes were glowing a gorgeous bright gold. I could feel my body trying to force me awake. No. I had to see more. The shadow grabbed me. I was terrified. The glow of their eyes faded, and their true eye colour appeared before me. Amber… like mine. The surrounding screams continued and— ~ ~ ~ BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Jolting to sit up, I couldn’t breathe.

My consciousness began to turn hazy, and I thought that I could see two small figures waving at me. They were saying, "Goodbye, Mommy." I realized that they were my children, and they were bidding me farewell. Harry walked over to me and placed a finger under my nose to check if I was still breathing. He smiled in satisfaction when he took in the huge pool of blood I was lying in. He then pulled out a lighter and set the old cardboard boxes that were stacked in the corner of the warehouse on fire. "Farewell, Mrs. Jackson." The flames roared to life as black smoke filled the air. The warehouse was locked from the outside. They were planning to burn me alive to cover up their crimes. My consci

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

"As it fades, I see the truth - in plain sight, yet hidden all along. We are all children of blood and bone. All instruments of vengeance and virtue. This truth holds me close, rocking me like a child in a mother's arms. It binds me in its love as death swallows me in its grasp." - Tomi Adeyemi, Children of Blood and Bone * * * *

John would be furious. Vivian was Perry and Julie Macabe's oldest daughter, she had her mother's eyes of honey and her father's dark hair and olive skin. Even at the young age of seventeen, she had womanly curves. Vivian was not held captive by the social expectations of her day, much to her family's chagrin. Vince was not her first lover; her former lover had been Vince's best friend, Devon Parish. When Devon had started seeing another young girl from town named Jessica, Vince had merely to fix her with his dazzling hazel eyes and she was his.

Claire brings a huge cake, decorated with dinosaurs and books. "Aunt Claire!" the boys run to hug her. Alex hugs me from behind as we watch the scene. "Happy?" he asks. "At peace," I answer. My new book rests on the table: "Hidden Truths - How Silence Almost Won". In the dedication, a simple message: "For Oliver and Noah, Who taught me that the best stories are those we have the courage to tell. And for Claire and Sarah Bennett, Who showed us the price and value of truth." "SOPHIA HAWTHORNE LEADS BESTSELLERS LIST: 'Hidden Truths' Revolutionizes the Publishing Market"

She countered hitting a sensitive spot. I narrowed my eyes and her expression softened. “I only say the truth, do what you can with it.” She turned on her heel then walked away. I lowered my gaze to the book in my hands. My pulse thudded against the leather cover. It's time to face the truth. I swallowed, lifted the book, and whispered, “Show me the people in the water.” The pages trembled, fluttering as if caught in a breeze only the book could feel. Then it stilled. A single sentence bled across the page in dark red ink:

Up close, I could see better how beautiful the blue combined with honey of his left eye was, and how clear the honey color of his right eye was. Mason tilted his head. “Do you like my eyes?” I looked away. “No, they're just…” fascinating, different. “Different...” Mason said the word slowly as if evaluating something. Looking down, I could see the book resting on his lap: 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez. A classic, huh? Mason lifted the book slightly. “I told you I liked to read.” "I didn't think you were telling the truth." He raised an eyebrow. "Have I ever lied to you?"