True Story Story Novels & Stories

She pouted. "Mami, I don't care. All I know is I want you to pack our bags before I return." He snapped. "Someone is on his period" She whispered waving hand at the friendly receptionist. After packing the bags up, she opened the curtains. Looking at the busy street, she will miss taking tea while hussain is hugging her behind. She sighed softly, this is not how she wanted her vacation to end. She wanted to leave a memory behind and now all the memory she will leave behind, is that of her husband fighting his brother.

"Of all the tales I will you, this may be the most distressing. So I'll give you a hasty synopsis. The narrative turns around Indika Nuwan Karunaratne, a Sri Lankan refugee who lived in East Finchley and sustained his spouse and six offspring with the pizza shop, Pizza Palace. The pizza enterprise was not performing well, and Karunaratne had started considering ways to expand his money stream when Mahesh Theekshana began to visit. Mahesh drove a showy vehicle, sported extravagant attire, and carried plenty of money. He said he was a prosperous entrepreneur, and he appeared pretty approachable. So, one day Indika Nuwan Karunaratne asked Theekshana for an advance. This was the introduction The

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.

With all the money your family has, why fuss over a little investment? I saw her pleas and did not hesitate to hit block and erase her number. The divorce was another matter I left to my dad's lawyer. It was a straightforward case; the papers were ready in a month. Rebecca had been unfaithful first, so the divorce was a slam dunk for me. She tried every trick in the book to reach me, but I never gave her the satisfaction of a reply. I stood my ground, and she would never touch me again. Not in this lifetime.

She nodded, her brows furrowed in thought for a couple of seconds. "I think telling Kaila the truth would help to convince her to come with you." She suggested. "You want me to tell her the truth, you know crazy the whole thing sounds, don't you?" I mentioned. "Not _the_ truth, _a_ truth. You don't have to tell her the full story, just the parts plausible enough to convince her to trust you." She clarified. "Oh, I see." I muttered, stroking my chin. It was a better idea than just winging it. She was about to say something else when her phone buzzed on her table.

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

Author's note. Hey guys! Thanks for reading my Novel, My True Friend to the End. It's an important book to me. The inspiration came to me when I and my best friend broke up due to a huge misunderstanding. We realized that we weren't compatible and just had to break up. I would admit, it still hurts. I still wished that we could get back together but well I don't think that it will be possible as she has moved on and I have too I guess.

Mathew's face lit up. 'Oh, thank God!' So she arranged it for me! I asked Diana to do it for me, but she said it was best not to go alone—” He broke off abruptly. Now it was all clear. Clive had gone to his room… there was no point in continuing to pretend that everything was fine. “Look, don't be impressed with where I am, it's only temporary. It's just that I got sick, but I've got a lot of commissioned work...” He stopped again. The voice is gone. What was the use of lying? If Clive had gone to his room he had seen the worn-out material too, the miserable canvases he had used over and over again, piling one painting on top of the other until they were useless. So he humbly admitted the tr

Bullsh*t I know she know something. " Tell me everything now!" She just looked at me and took out her phone then did something that I don't know. "Let's go home" I didn't listened to her instead I looked at her because I want to know the truth, why this is happening, who are those people and what is their purpose? "I'm not yet ready to tell you the story but I assure you that I will, not now though."She didn't even gave a glance at me. I have no choice but to drive when I saw a group of people riding a motorcycle.

' S - surely, H - honesty is an U - uttered T - truth. Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)