True Story In Life Novels & Stories

Etta asked, fearful of what she might hear next. "No. My aunt and uncle on my fathers side live with another pack across country and my mothers brother was also killed during the rebellion. Once Beta James became Alpha he took me in. He was my fathers most trusted advisor and friend, I had no reason to doubt that he would care for me." Annalise closed her eyes as she thought back to her childhood.

My pulse spiked. Lydia stepped onto the stage. Applause followed, polite but curious. She accepted it graciously, gaze sweeping the room before landing—deliberately—on us. “I won’t take much time,” she said smoothly. “I only wanted to say how grateful I am to be among people who value history, loyalty, and truth.” My chest tightened. “Sometimes,” she continued, “stories are simplified for convenience. But the truth has a way of resurfacing.” A screen behind her lit up.

It's not that I'm not used to hate, but because everyone believes anything they see on the internet, even if it's not the truth of the whole story. I sat down on the cold floor lifelessly. Staring at my screen. Is this the start of my downfall? Twelve years of my hard work… and this is what I get in return?

Farhan said pensively. “What do you mean?” Ismail asked. “After interrogating the slavers, we found that one of them has the ability to force people to say the truth,” Farhan answered, “According to this person, Sikandar thinks that we are all inside a fictional story of sorts.” “Can we really trust what a human trafficker has to say?” Ismail was skeptical. “We tested his ability, he is telling the truth,” Farhan confirmed. Arisha gasped, “Oh no!”

Maybe, he's with her. Ha! This sucks. Normally, we don't know each other here to avoid any leak of information about our personal life well it depends on you but me? I'm totally an invisible person here because I have my own life and I don't really like wasting my time for other people to introduce myself and make friends. Sigh. I left the court room as soon as they announced that it was a suicide and went to my little apartment. I went back to reality when I heard a knock outside of my room's door. I hurriedly opened it but not that wide.

“Yeah, keep on telling yourself that. I know she does her yoga in here.” I only wave him off and find the best spot to plant it against. But just as I am about to get down from the table that I am standing on, I hear a familiar voice entering the kitchen. ............................................................................................................................... We all have our stories, don’t we? Some stories merely create a ripple in our lives, while others go deeper. So much so that they can change the course of our lives. Dramatically. Mine is such a story. It’s no sadder or deeper than anyone else’s. It’s just life, and I how I choose to respond to it, I have realized,

♧AUTHOR'S POV♧ At a point in everyone's life through by our consent or without our consent everything changes some notices it some wont notices it that one single point is the mile stone in a individual's life journey everyone wishes the best in their life but the fact is some says life is a empty book with beginning and ending rest of the thing decided by us some says life is a scripted concept we are just playing our role though none of the theory proved but people uses these theories according to their convenience a single second is enough to make a poor to rich and rich to poor the same second is enough to make the most powerful person to a weak person the same single second can make hap

[ I am listening to Only Love by Jordan Smith. " I know that and my remains as The Ceo's Woman by The Blips. " " Hm, I hope that we too can become famous and popular for our Talents one day. " " Of course we will! After all, we are hard-working and devoted to what we are doing, or have you forgotten about the Quote which says that each of us in this world is meant to leave our Marks on history. " " Yes, I remember that but I don't think everyone does, remember the young fifteen-year-old girl who died from Sickle cell in the Novel, The Better Place? "

Hello there! I see you are back for more of my confessions, it’s good to have you back. I ain’t got much to say so let’s get on with this My apologies! Before we start I gotta inform you the tale you are about to witness isn’t my experience so I will tell it as I heard it without omitting or adding anything, hope you enjoy it Life is a crazy son of a bitch you know? One moment you are living a badass life with zero care to the world and the next you are all over a mortal cause of how good the sex was. But damn it the sex was fire—only if I could have it one last time

That I was okay all alone. But the truth is, I was not alone! I was lonely...I was always lonely. I didn't need people in my life, because I was afraid of losing them. And happiness? I didn't deem it necessary, because I doubted, that I even had a chance of being Happy; ever in my life. But then I realized, that all I was ever doing was lying to myself. I had always lived a "LIFE OF LIES". We all deserve to be happy in our lives. We all need people in our life...People that love us, without wanting anything in return.