Novel & Cerita True Stories Reviews

In stories. In the quiet revolution of truth.

The last color of our rainbows, the missing piece of our songs, the one who'll complete our untold stories. This is not just the right time... "Mr. Timothy Kim, what can you say about this issue that you're drinking alcohol that night?" the conference hall went silent and they just waited Timothy's answer, like they're craving for it. "No, I'm not. Those are just rumors. I went to that convenience store to buy some of my favorite drinks. I just want to make it clear everything. Not all you see is the truth, and not all the words you hear about me, about the Metamorphosis are real. To all our fans out there... please, believe in us." He said in front of the media and reporters.

I added, "He's been feeling guilty over accepting your bribe, so he chose to tell the truth. He's already been removed from his position." Valerie suddenly smiled eerily. "It's all he deserves for being so easily swayed by money. It was almost as if he'd never seen it before! He could barely take his eyes off it when I took it from my pocket."

I asked "Work's fine, everyone's fine, the store's fine but put me through on how the trip went" She asked again, pulling me to sit on the couch "Fine, good, everything's great" I lied tryna force a smile "But you don't seem any of those words you voiced out right now, what's really going on?" She asked calmly this time, more concerned If i should say that's one thing about Emily, she could easily see through someone lies and know whenever i try lie my way out of any situation

The fights are verbal if physical l do not think l had a chance. I end up sleeping and for the very first time, l had a very peaceful sleep. No nightmares haunting me down. When you are exhausted your body rest to the fullest. Speaking of exhaustion. We had walked some streets Tanaka told me of those times when he was still in his teens. I feel bad for invading every tiny bit of him without disclosing anything of mine. What story could l tell? That l used to be rich and now l am enslaved at a strange place with assassins who the hell would believe in that? Who would be sane to buy it?

My throat was burning; my cheeks were wet with tears. “Just answer one thing: the story about your father and your paralyzed brother... was it a lie?” Logan didn't respond, knowing that his silence was answer enough, far more painful than any words. I nodded, licking my bottom lip, tasting my salty tears. “Was it all a lie?” Silence... My heart cracked even more, squeezing my chest. "Answer me! It's the least I deserve." Logan let out a long breath. "If I told you no, you still wouldn't believe me."

“Nah, it’s merely me stating facts. But whatever you say.” I ignore his attempt to bait me into a discussion about whether Jess wants me dead or not, and whether I’m falsely accusing her or not. I’m not going to argue with stupidity or ignorance, it’s like hitting a pillow - pointless and draining. We both know I’m right, and I’m good with him staying delusional about her intentions. The wolf has worn himself out now, so I get out of the couch and in front of him. I activate my truth power, keeping my back to the rest of the crowd.

They almost ruined a woman’s entire life. [I’m just saying, this is livestream moral coercion. Giving up a seat is kindness; refusing is one’s right.] [Exactly. Influencers these days just get carried away because they have a few loyal fans.] In my previous life, I had two surgery reports in total, but Felix had deliberately hidden the report diagnosing me with uterine fibroids. In this second life, the first thing I did was protect this report with all my strength. Bella panicked and looked at me, trying to argue her case, “You must have fabricated the report because you’re afraid others will find out.”

She thoughts she has won because she shouted at him and filled his ears with rumours from jobless people who made gossiping their daily routine as if they will get millions of money or awards for each rumour they made. Rumours are true, people will not see a fire without smoke, they will never say what they didn't see or happened, the problem is they will add a huge portion of lies to it; five per cent of truths they saw or happened and ninety-five per cent of lies, big lies. And the strangest and funniest thing about rumours is that people tend to add their own exaggeration; lies as they gossipped or passed to another person, that person will add his/her own exaggeration; lies and passed to

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.