True Story Novels Novels & Stories

Third Person's POV Another six months passed, with Lorenzo's life gradually settling into a monotonous calm. He went to work, came home, ate, and slept. Like a soulless machine, he mechanically repeated each day. He didn't socialize, didn't go out for entertainment, and didn't contact anyone from his past. His only friend was Antonio, the only person who had stayed by his side after he lost everything. One evening, when Antonio came to visit, he brought with him a bottle of whiskey. The moment Lorenzo saw the bottle, his expression changed.

“These two have been meeting in barns for months. Vivian threw herself at Vince and ruined our relationship.” "Lie!" Perry looked at Kathleen in disbelief. "How dare you call my daughter a liar!" It was Judd Randall who stepped to his daughter's side. He was a retired general of the Calvary, and still carried his body straight and proud despite his permanent injuries. He knew of his daughter’s indiscretion and condition, he had supported her idea to tell Vince. After all the father had a right to know. After this, though, he would not support a forced marriage. There were other ways to go about this. His sharp yes shushed Kathleen.

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.

“Hmm… not entirely.” Jim was eloquent when it came to his work. "It'd still be a mystery novel most of the time, but there'll be elements of romance incorporated." "That must be interesting!" Cordelia looked at him. "Can we have a spoiler, Uncle Bond?" "Darling!" Zephyr shot her a look to stop her with a smile. He knew writers had quirks and did not like others to find out the storyline in advance. Jim was different. He generously explained, "There's a part in the novel based on a true story…

She thoughts she has won because she shouted at him and filled his ears with rumours from jobless people who made gossiping their daily routine as if they will get millions of money or awards for each rumour they made. Rumours are true, people will not see a fire without smoke, they will never say what they didn't see or happened, the problem is they will add a huge portion of lies to it; five per cent of truths they saw or happened and ninety-five per cent of lies, big lies. And the strangest and funniest thing about rumours is that people tend to add their own exaggeration; lies as they gossipped or passed to another person, that person will add his/her own exaggeration; lies and passed to

The last color of our rainbows, the missing piece of our songs, the one who'll complete our untold stories. This is not just the right time... "Mr. Timothy Kim, what can you say about this issue that you're drinking alcohol that night?" the conference hall went silent and they just waited Timothy's answer, like they're craving for it. "No, I'm not. Those are just rumors. I went to that convenience store to buy some of my favorite drinks. I just want to make it clear everything. Not all you see is the truth, and not all the words you hear about me, about the Metamorphosis are real. To all our fans out there... please, believe in us." He said in front of the media and reporters.

This was Faith's journal. He flipped some more pages. In the beginning, nothing was all that interesting in the book. It was just about daily life. Some of her stories showed that she had a tough life. She wrote about how hard she worked to support her family and her sick father. It wasn't anything new Anthony didn't already know about. His chest felt heavy as he kept reading. Faith's life hadn't been easy. Her father was so cruel to her. So, no wonder she had a hard time trusting men. Trusting him.

Please come. Basil’ The next one promised to be interesting. I knew the paper he used. ‘Lylia Jordin, or should I say Sky? You used a pretty good cover, but not enough to trick me. Two of my best boys died because of you. What a waste. Hope we’ll meet soon. Now I may have a couple of purposes for you.’ Vernon Allaway’ Bastard! He found my name, but does he know about Tamor? Probably. Maybe not all details though. I should tell my father to take care.