True Story In Life Novels & Stories

And above all… do your best to speak only truth, or the Game will know. Lies are the currency of the damned. ] Farrah took a deep breath as she carefully read the rules. This was her lifeline after all. She had basically just died from the car accident, and she didn’t want to die again. If there was a chance of survival, she might as well cling to it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. This simply felt too unreal. “This is insane…” she whispered. “It’s a nightmare. It has to be.”

“What do you mean by that?” “I mean,” he shifted closer, lowering his voice, “I’m not saying this just to comfort you. I’m telling you because I’ve been through it. Scandals explode like fire, yes. But when the truth comes out—when it’s clear it was nothing but lies—the clean-up is quicker than you think. People move on. Sometimes, it’s like it never even happened.” “Really?” My voice softened, unsure. “Really. Trust me. I’ve lived through worse.”

And I, deep down, feel this burning certainty: This is not the end of a story. This is the beginning of a truth.

It was not a lie or a half-truth. It was my life and my truth.

"I have what?" "Truthsight. It's rare. Really rare." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "My mother told me stories about it when I was a kid. People who could see truth in all its forms—lies, death, curses, intentions. It manifests during extreme stress." Extreme stress. Like being chained up and sold. Like being thrown into combat training with vampires. Like discovering your entire life was a lie built on a three-hundred-year-old debt. "Great," I said bitterly. "So I get to watch everyone die in slow motion. What a gift."

behind it there is the actual thing which is eternal sadness. When you get to know that the thing which is true for you is actually a big fat lie. That's what happened to me today. I got to know the truth behind every lie. I got to know that my life is nothing but a saga of never ending & eternal sadness. I got to know that I was alone in this world where there is no place for a naive me in between heartless deceivers. And thank you for reminding me that fairy tales don't exist in real life nor does true love. That I was right love gives only pain. It is only known to kill and destroy.

I'm not as good at explaining as I thought I was. "Oh not at all, the bible to me is more of a guide to this thing we call life. The stories in there are more of motivational stories, something that one can relate to. All the stories there just show you that no matter what you're going through, God can pull you out of it, even if you're the one who got yourself into it." "So is it wrong that I've never believed in him my entire life?"

In stories. In the quiet revolution of truth.

Not only spoiling fawaz but many kids too, she loves children. She thought maybe when she is nice to them she will get her own bundle of joy running around the house. She served herself and Khadija in the same plate, sipping the cold drink. She thought about her mother. She missed her so much, her mother died due to anaemia and since then nafisa has been researching on the disease . "Hey, you seem out"Khadija said acknowledging her cousin's mood. Nafisa shrugged it off with a nothing which came out barely as a whisper. They ate the food in silence.

Bubbles of air choked her throat, keeping the whispers back, letting out only a stutter at best. Monica took the King James Version Bible, raised it up with a hand and nervously gulped down, different panic and guilt thoughts raced through her head but she dismissed them - not totally. "I solemnly state I will tell the truth without hiding or adding anything and I should be punished for false testimonies if I lie." Her voice sounded mechanical, like the voice of a person reciting something written. I implore you to say the truth, just this once!