True Story Novels & Stories

Vivian's face turned purple; she scratched his hand with both her hands, unable to break free. "You used my sympathy, gained my trust through deception, and hurt the person I cared about most." Damian's words were cold, his murderous intention thick. "Did you really think you could keep on toying with the Silvermoon Pack?" Vivian's tears and mucus mixed as she struggled and screeched in agony. "Damian, please let me go, I was wrong! I'll never do it again! Please, just give me another chance! I swear I won't lie again!"

He does not. Instead, he reads it again, and the words open in his chest with a pain that feels too private for publication. The line is good. Worse, it is true. That has always been Julian’s defense. Truth belongs on the page. Truth earns its place. Truth does not apologize for making powerful men uncomfortable. But this truth has Adrian’s breath on it. Julian leans back in his chair and rubs one hand over his face.

I said, sounding like I was trying to convince myself instead. They looked at each other then started laughing. “Yeah, sure. The truth will set you free Hayes.” Theo muttered. “Veritas vos liberabit.” Max said in a language I didn’t understand. The truth she tried to remind me of. That was the only truth in all of this. Somehow, I was leaning closer than I should be. And I was stil texting her. YOU : You’re coming tonight right? JUNE : do I have a choice? YOU : no. JUNE : that sounded slightly threatening. YOU : good.

Still, every night, the system rebooted itself, rewriting data that no one authorized. I leaned back in my chair and reached for my phone. My thumb hovered for too long. I should’ve waited. Should’ve been smarter. But I typed: There’s something I need to tell you. Sent. Then, a second message—because hesitation always looked worse: I’ll explain everything when I get back. It wasn’t enough. Not for what I believe I owed her. But where was I supposed to start— When even I didn’t know how to tell the truth out loud?

I sighed and said, "I'm hurt that you didn't trust me enough to tell me this. I'm not scared of you; I feel stabbed in the back. I could never be mad at you, but to find out that you've all been lying to me all this time, it hurts, especially when I told you everything that's happened to me. That proved that I trusted you enough to tell you my deepest secrets." Silent tears fell from my eyes like waterfalls; I leaned back on the couch and wiped my tears away with my hands. "We're sorry," Vincent whispered, his voice low, yet the silence in the room was thick. I shook my head. "Don't you trust me?" I whispered, my voice cracking at the end. Their heads snapped towards me "Of course we do! We

I simply didn't want anything to do with the past anymore. Another spring came. I found a job in town as an assistant at a small law office. The pay wasn't high, but I could learn. The owner of the firm was Mr. Coleman, a lawyer in his forties. He knew my story. Not because I told him, but because he recognized me from the news. But he didn't ask. On my first day, he only said one thing. "In this line of work, evidence matters most. If you have evidence, you win. If you don't, you lose. It has nothing to do with whether you're a good person."

I can only cross my arms and sulk on my own. What I did this morning happened on the spur of the moment. The adrenaline from the early morning chase only added to my confidence that I didn’t have the time to refuse the food they offered. Good thing it wasn’t poisoned. Besides, I saw where it came from and the old lady served herself first. While I was busy sulking while staring at the lake, I suddenly felt something hit my foot. I looked down to see a bag. I looked at where the captor was, but he wasn’t looking at me. Opening the bag, there was an apple and bread.

The second I see the article headline on the screen, my heart sinks. BUSINESS TYCOON, DAMIEN HUNT, IS IN A FAKE MARRIAGE WITH WANNABE DESIGNER, DANI HUNT. DOCUMENTS OBTAINED BY 'SOURCE' REVEAL THE SHOCKING TRUTH. Fùck. My. Life. !!!!

"The doctors said not to overwhelm you—" "Please." I grab his hand, this stranger who loves some version of me that no longer exists. "I need to know if you've ever heard of Marcus Henderson. Or Catherine Lewis. Or a little girl named Truth." His expression shifts to genuine alarm. "Sophie, you're scaring me. Those are characters from your book." "My... book?" Jacob reaches for a tablet on the bedside table, tapping the screen before turning it toward me. I stare in disbelief at the cover displayed: "His Forbidden Truth" by Sophia Winters. My name—or some version of it—attached to a fiction that mirrors my reality.

If his words are not shocking enough, it occurs to me that the ruthless wolf, from the stories I had heard, who was quick to rip his enemies to shreds, is treating me as gently as one with a newborn. “I don’t understand,” my hands begin to shake. “What do you mean I’m your true mate? That’s a legend.” “My parents were true mates,” Lucas looks me in the eyes. “True mates still exist.” “Impossible!” I bare my teeth at him. “I am the Pack’s historian-in-training! I would know-“ “No, you wouldn’t,” He gives me a dismissive look. “Mates with our kind of bond rarely reveal it. It’s easier to kill us off.”