True Story The Book Novels & Stories

He was always uncomfortable talking about his work, and specifically the money he made from it; it felt too much like bragging. “You working on anything now?” Bias asked. “Yeah, I’m about two thirds of the way through a new book called Disappearing Act.” “What’s it about? Or is that top secret information?” “No, it’s actually a historical piece about the Lost Colony of Roanoke and what might have actually happened to them.” Bias’s shoulders slumped a little. “Oh, interesting.” “You don’t like it?” “It’s not that, seriously that’s a cool idea, it’s just . . . well, I was sure you would be writing something about your house.”

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!

Charlie's POV It's almost midnight when I reached the building. After I faced those bastards that Nikolai captured I went back to our house to look for Drake. I even walked around the house to make sure that nothing is suspicious, thankfully there's none. Looks like Drake was also asleep when I left because his light are off. I'm suee he's scared of what happened and he wants an explanation, maybe I could tell him the details about the killings of businessmen that it's connected to what happened. That way my lies won't be increasing.

" I swallowed the grape and pushed down my doubts. Maybe it really was just a fluke. I wondered until later that night, when Mom asked me to help her clear some space on her phone. She complained that her phone was so slow, it could not take any more pictures. I grabbed her phone and tapped on the photo album, ready to clear out some fuzzy pictures of trees and hills. While swiping through the photographs, I stumbled upon a bunch of selfies of Mom from her trips. In those hundreds of pictures, Edmund was always there.

After leaving the lottery shop, I went straight to a real estate office and bought a condominium. On the way to see the condominium, I saw a small figure. It was Sean. He had been digging through the trash. The moment he saw me, his face lit up, and he ran straight toward me. "Dad! Dad, take me with you. I don't want to take care of Mom anymore. The people who wanted the money took Mom's kidney. Now, she just lies in bed and can't do anything. I haven't eaten in days. Dad, please take me with you. I love you the best!"

“And with that, Detective Jasper solved the mystery of the third wheeler! I identified the suspect, confirmed the perpetrator and the motivation of crime!” “What are you talking about.” I forced a laugh. He doesn’t know how close he was to the truth. ”That wasn’t a crime. He was just unfortunately roped into this because of Clara and I.” “True that.” Jasper nodded. “After he admitted to it, he told me not to tell the others.” We entered the next classroom, settling down at the table. “I promised him. But I was so excited, and you are kind of involved? So please. Don’t tell anyone else?”

“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.

I clenched my free hand. “How did you know about Jake being a model Milo?” Silas asks before taking a sip from his drink. “I met up with Paige in a coffee shop and she told me about him.” I answered. “You met up with Paige? Don’t you ever learn your lesson?” Silas asks instantly. “It was accidental. It wasn’t something we planned.” I replied, defending myself. Lucius bites his upper lip before saying. “That’s a hot mess you’re dipping into.” “I am not dipping into it, Lucius. It was accidental.” I reasoned a truth.

The one that said: this happened and it was as bad as you think and here is what it looked like from the inside and here is what came after. Here is what came after. That was the book. Not just the damage. The whole arc. The EMDR and the therapy and the trial and the courthouse steps and the laugh and the ice and the Tuesday morning and the children and the life. All of it in one place, from the inside, in the voice that had learned to say the true version because the true version was the only one that helped anyone. I closed the three chapters. Opened a new document. Sat with the blank page for a moment.

Clara’s grandfather told me: “You have integrity and courage. People like you are worth investing in.” I knew I was starting from the bottom, so I worked harder than anyone. I studied security protocols, team management, and risk prevention. I built a solid career step by step. Years later, I became the head of corporate security. Clara and I remained close friends. We had both survived the same conspiracy, and we understood how precious trust really is. This story has no sudden wealth, no unrealistic fantasies. It is simply the story of an ordinary security guard who, when faced with money and danger, chose to follow his conscience.