True Story In Life Novels & Stories

"Though as entertaining this is, the affairs of the still living are none of my concern. You'll have to speak to my opposite; Life." "So how do I find Life?" I asked, and Death shrugged, twirling his scythe as if it were a baton. "No clue. I deal with matters of death." "...you're of no help, you know that?" "I've upheld my deal, so I think I've helped way more than necessary. I'm just glad I didn't go fishing for your soul. Otherwise, I would've declined." My jaw drops at his comment, and he shrugs, fading away.

, I asked. "Sure beautiful, any time you wish, I am at your service", he said.I smiled."Okay Billy, later then","Later ma'am. Have a good rest", he said. "Alright, thank you", I said, cutting the call. I dropped my phone down on the passenger seat, smiling as I drove off..... Billy came around to pick me up at the hotel in a truck. As we drove, I can't help but laugh at all the funny stories and jokes he told. He told me about his rough life before he inherited his father's business and decided to focus on that. It's hard for me to open up about my personal life to him, we just met. But, he didn't think in such a manner. He told me a lot about himself which I acknowledged him for that."So...

“I don’t really know what to think, Gavin. You brought me here with cryptic allusions to a Truth, then have me read these stories . . . ” I wave at the book and I swear Gavin’s flowing script wavers and trembles, beckoning me to read on. “These stories can’t be true, not literally. Okay, so you had an accident and you re-evaluated your career and your life, then used that experience to tell an entertaining story. Maybe you embellished a little in places, maybe you hallucinated some and used that as material. But . . . ”

Do you think he told us the truth when he said he cannot remember? The truth isn’t a math exam. It isn’t made of numbers, and can neither be calculated nor concluded, since it is constantly expanding. There is no absolute answer when it comes to the truth. It changes in the hands of those who touch it. Like a living organism, it moves, breathes and, sometimes, flees as soon as you approach it. ‘Of course it can be true,’ Helen said, and thereby: the truth.

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

TRISTAN'S POV:- Life, life is beautiful. Life is gorgeous. It is a precious gift from God. Most precious and very lovely. I had seen so many people crying and complaining to God for whatever they do not have, but did they ever think about thanking God for whatever they have. If you do not have money and cars and a luxurious life, still you have life. You should be thankful that you still have your life. You should be thankful for whatever you have. My name is Tristan De Leon. And this is the story of my life.

Let's see what the supporting male lead is going to do next! What was I going to do next? I was going to divorce my cheating wife and take my one million prize money and enjoy life, of course!

But now it sat beside new additions—a photo of Lila’s first steps on the training ground, a drawing she had made of three figures holding hands under stadium lights. Truth had been told. Love had won. And in the years stretching ahead, it would keep winning—on the pitch, in their home, and in the legacy they left for every dreamer who followed. The floodlights waited patiently in the distance, ready for the next generation to write their own stories under their glow. The End.

There were no complicated phrases. No polished speeches. Only the honest beginning of a story that had changed her life. Sometimes the truest words required the fewest revisions, and sometimes the most meaningful speeches began not with confidence, but with the courage to tell the truth exactly as it had been lived.

Because for the first time—I realized that the truth of my life might be far more dangerous than the lies I had been living in. —------------------------------------