True Piece Novels & Stories

“Someone who can see the amazing person who you truly are. I know we just met, but trust me, your true self shines through. Right now, everything seems to be falling apart, but you have to have faith that the Goddess has a plan for everything.” “Thank you.” I say, sniffling. It’s getting harder for me to be able to keep all my emotions in check.

"Grandpa, this is the True Fire Cult gem, seeing it is like seeing a human True Fire Cult. Tomorrow I can use it to enter the True Fire Cult." Adonis Arnold looked at the True Fire Cult pearl, his face showing a surprised expression, his voice still trembling. "Really, really?" Everyone immediately looked at True Fire Cult jade position, the face full of unimaginable looks. Vivian Arnold can use the True Fire Cult to prove it, it's difficult for them to accept this, because this can't happen. Bernard Arnold looked at the jade block and said with displeasure. "It is true that True Fire Cult uses jade to prove to be heard, but why did you arbitrarily give this grandfather a stone? You must hav

due to the fact she assumed he had been fabricating her falsehoods. "No, I'm being honest," answered Abhi in a grave manner. Sashi inquired while examining Abhi from head to toe, "Holey, a tiger attached itself to you, yet you didn't even sustain a single wound?" He had the precise appearance of a dapper businessman, complete with impeccable attire. His wide shoulders were accented by his fitted charcoal-gray suit, which was further enhanced by the immaculate white shirt underneath that exuded refinement. A well-selected silk tie, properly tied, suggested his meticulous nature. His well-groomed black hair accentuated his sharp jawline, and his piercing eyes exuded a combination of charm and

She was gone. Didn't want him anymore. Vincent charged it, ripped it down, smashed it to the floor. He punched his own smiling face, over and over. Even when the glass sliced deep and blood dripped, he didn't stop. Like breaking it could undo everything. Only when it was unrecognizable did he finally quit. He staggered toward the living room—then froze. Next to the trash, something caught his eye. He knelt, picked up a few torn scraps. And then he saw it—two words that knocked the air out of him:

She turned the page and found another photo photo of herself reclining on a picnic blanket, Ethan's arm across her shoulders. Something tightened in her chest. She was not wearing the same dress as the first photograph. The lighting was incorrect. The background wasn't even at the same location yet, her pose, her smile-they were the same as the previous photo. Her breath hitched. The photographs were not real. They were fabricated. Staged. The realization struck her with a cold, hard shiver. She slammed the album shut, heart pounding. What else was a fabrication? She spun, surveying the room, looking for anything-anything-that might reveal the truth. She went to the closet, pulling open the

“Consistency. No slips. No contradictions. If you say Paris was our first trip together, then Paris it is. If I wear a certain colour and the blogs decide it’s your favourite, then it becomes your favourite. We don’t feed them confusion.” Dante tilted his head, studying me the way a scientist studies an experiment. “And what about feelings?” I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Rule Three: There are none. In public, you’re mine. In private, you’re untouchable. Clear?” His eyes flickered, just for a second, something unreadable in them. Then the mask slid back into place. “Crystal.”

Pinagmasdan niya ito nang maiigi, na para bang inaalam kung totoo ito o hindi. "Is this real?" "Nope. That's zirconium. This fake tiara is going to be made of zirconium, glass, and white gold," saad ni Jackson bago pumwesto sa likuran ni Pietro, "Not as precious and expensive as the real thing, but can still fool anyone." Tumango-tango si Lucas bago ibinalik sa mesa ni Pietro ang kinuha niyang piraso ng zirconium. "It looks real to me."

Damn high quality stationary. He’d even hired a professional to try and salvage the letter. The man had years of experience with police departments around the world and was renowned for being able to make the invisible appear. Unfortunately, due to the quality of the pen and paper, there was no trace of what she had written. The best the professional could do was give him a picture of the unreadable text.

" Someone called out. She nodded and held up her hands again a wave of peace settled over the room. "I understand why you wouldn't want to believe me. I have brought the only proof that I could think of to show you." She nodded to our teach guy and suddenly there were pictures projected on the screen behind her.

He watched me write. "That's it?" he said. "That's it." "You're not going to tell me I can get it back?" I looked up. "I don't know if you can. I don't know if any of you can." I closed the notebook. "But it happened. It was real. She doesn't get to be the only one who decides what's true about you." He stood there. Lane three. Wall behind him. No music. His left hand, resting on the belt, started moving again. Four beats. He didn't stop it this time.