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My mother was quiet for a few seconds. "That's good. If you don't want to stay at school, come home." "Okay." After hanging up, I opened Twitter. The top trending tag was: #InfluencerSunnyFallsFromCliff. The second was: #MomentTheRopeSnapped. The third was: #LenaMacmillan. I tapped into the third one. The pinned post was from a gossip account.

"I'll show your guest in when he arrives." "Thank you very much," I said. Cross smiled and went back to the bar. "I'm fascinated by the situation you explained on the train," Sandra said when our host had left. "But you said you had other theories, and I'm inquisitive at what they might be." "It's constantly imaginable that the stories in the media are wrong," I replied. "The waiters at the café could have mixed Tina Davis for someone else. The correspondents could be creating the stories. Or the police could be disclosing fake news. These three developments are not incredible, and they would not be unparalleled, but at the minute I see them as properly doubtful."

The bullet comments in front of my eyes started flying by again. [Seriously? Is she really playing the victim now?] [I can't watch this anymore. How can she frame the supporting male lead like that?] [That's it. I'm dropping this story. The male lead and female lead are both awful. The supporting male lead is way more realistic than either of them!] I ignored the bullet comments. After saving the evidence, I started my own livestream. Thanks to all the attention Jocelyn had stirred up, more than ten thousand viewers flooded into my stream in an instant. The comments were full of people cursing me out and telling me to pay back the four hundred thousand dollars.

At least I wouldn't have to witness their happy family of four and smell that nauseating mixture of scents. Memories flooded back like an uncontrolled tide. Alex and I had met when we were nobody special. I had supported him through his journey from an unknown programmer to a leading figure in the field of AI. For ten years, we had been the soulmates everyone in our circle envied. The first time, he was drugged by a business rival and slept with Brooke, who was just an intern then. He called me immediately, his voice shaking. "Em, I was set up! I swear on my integrity that this was the only time! I've handled everything cleanly. She'll never appear before us again!"

Astrid interrupted them, so Colza's gaze turned towards her. "The Sacred Book only holds the truth about the King's action, like the lie he imprinted on the humans. Meanwhile, the Records of Lies has the present lies. For instance, the one Zaykee discovered inside the Kingdom of Saobar's underground," Jacob answered instead Colza while glancing at Astrid. "Ehh? The book also knows that?" Zaykee's eyes widened with open mouths as he stares at Jacob. "Yes," Jacob briefly answered. "I see," Astrid spoke.

Bradley, how can you hurt me over a woman who couldn't take rejection and wanted to destroy me? "Sandra! Tell him the truth! Please save me!" The mood in the live chat flipped almost instantly. [I'm actually crying. He's way too tragic. Gets obsessed over by a mentally unstable girl, then hunted down by her psycho brother.] [She brought it on herself! She couldn't get the guy, so she burned everything down and dragged everyone with her. That's just gross.] [The brother's unhinged, too. Didn't he know what his sister was really like? The cops should lock him up before he hurts someone else.]

Cassandra #1 and The Real Cassandra stared each other down, an unspoken battle happening between them. Then, finally, The Real Cassandra smirked, “Fine. I will tell you the truth.” She stepped closer, “It's actually a long story but basically, it all started with a member of the clan; our mother and her two younger brothers. My mother was a beauty from the clan and yeah, in case you were thinking about it, my mother married her older cousin.” I scrunched up my nose in disgust, “So, that's crazy as hell.”

He grabbed me by the neck. My body jerked to the swift movement.“Don’t lie to me. Don’t even hide anything from me. Don’t pretend and lastly, look me in the eye when answering me. What should be touching your lips everyday is the truth, my lips and my cock... ”Sooo lewd!.“... did you or did you not visit Steve at the hospital?”I nodded out of fear.“Yes, I did. Let go of my neck, Jake. You are embarrassing me.”

"I've never seen an akharu attack someone for blood, but I know they like human blood most of all, which is how we get the vampire myth." He glanced at me. "What does Tru think?" asked Ruthie. "I'm getting both feelings again, like it's both true and false." Conrad finally came back to life. "This is so strange, but if you think about it, it's brilliant. If you are going to tell a lie, it goes down better mixed with a little truth, doesn't it? It's an interesting hypothesis anyway. I need to find out how these stories started." Ruthie cleared her voice, butting into Conrad's verbal musings. I was glad because I didn't think Zander was ready to reach the conclusion that his friend would inevi

Dear Readers, As we close the final chapter of *Tangled Truths*, I find myself filled with gratitude and emotion. This journey with Lucas and Flora—from adversaries to soulmates, through betrayal and redemption, death and rebirth—has been an extraordinary one to share with you. Your messages, comments, and unwavering support have meant everything to me throughout this series.