Truman Show Novels & Stories

I looked at him and forced a smile. "EVERYONE! REMEMBER OUR SMARTEST STUDENT BRIANNA QUINN? LET'S WELCOME OUR LADY BOSS!" Everyone clapped their hands but I just forced a smile. Mr. Truman seemed very proud but I felt so uncomfortable. People started greeting me. All because Mr. Truman keeps on holding my hand and caressing my arm. He's naturally kind and clingy but there are times I'd feel irritated with his attitude. The party continued. Mr. Truman finally let go of me but he warned me not to leave early. I sat on the table at the corner while drinking ladies drinks. I was watching the people talking and dancing.

Truman is speaking with Manager Ambrose. Ivy left her Cubicle to greet their client. Her first drafts came to life and they were delivered to Truman the previous evening. Truman has many showroom where he only sells designer outfits. He will customise the outfits for the clients. NK Apparels has more than a hundred clients like Mr. Truman, who has different requirements and different customisations. But every client is equally important. Ivy knocked on the door. "Come in" Ambrose spoke loud enough to be heard by Ivy.

Good, at least there aren’t too many people to witness us if things go the wrong way. I shift my gaze back to Ben, and he beams at me with that familiar crooked but charming smile as if he’s patiently been waiting for me to do so. He’s wearing a basic blue t-shirt and grey sweatpants; exactly the type of outfit a sensible person would wear to a museum on a school trip. “What do you want to talk about, Truman?” I clip, crossing my arms. I know I sound cold, but honestly, I don’t care. I tip my chin up and stare at him dead in the eye, bracing myself for bullshit.

The golden chain around his neck were nearly blinding to my sight,not as much as brightness of his wide mouth-- toothy smile. He was amused. I nodded my head and smiled back at him. I've been use to this life,it could be exciting and ugly at the same time. It was a rollercoaster ride that you can't full get down when the ride begins. "That's Jim Carrey!" Gus whispered harshly as he stared into the crowd room. "Who?" I asked. "The Grinch? The guy Truman show. What if we're in a show right now and don't know about it.." he said. His eyes balls were poking out of his head and they were beginning to dry up because of he didn't blink the whole time.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his shirt. Cyrus had been listening the entire time! He heard every bit of Truman's arrogant, petty, and malicious words from just now! This woman was tricky, Truman realized. She didn't argue with him because she was waiting for him to walk right into the trap. “Truman, I used to think you were an honest man. I didn't realize you were a snake with two hearts. My father and I went to great lengths to invite her over, and this is how you treat her?!” Cyrus leaned down, his nose inches from the side of Truman's neck. His voice was a lethal whisper. “Give me one reason why I shouldn't rip your throat out right now.”

I don't understand myself sometimes, I don't think that it's possible to hate and love someone at the same time, not until I meet Truman. "Stop messing with my son's mate, Jeremy," Truman said with a baritone voice, I can't help but gasped when he suddenly pulled me by the arm and pushed me towards his car. I can't help but swallow my saliva when Truman corners me with his hands, our bodies were only an inches away from each other.

Wilbur opened the door to the sight of a middle-aged man in black robes holding a scepter. The man had silver hair, and his appearance bore some resemblance to Tracy as well. "Is Tracy here?" "Tracy? You know him?" "I'm his brother, Truman," the man said. "I've got important news for him." "Come in." Wilbur let the man into his room. "Would you like some water?" The man looked around the room, before turning back to Wilbur. "Where's Tracy? Did you leave him at Wearson Valley?"

The anger was still‌ there, but​ it was being swallowed whole by a d​awn‌ing, ho​r​r‍ific u⁠nderstan⁠ding of the‍ s​cale of his mista‌k⁠e. Silas l‍eaned fo‌rward, hi‌s ey⁠es narrowing to icy slits. His vo‌ice dropped ev‌en further, becoming a deadl‍y‌ whisp‌er that seemed to suck‍ a‌ll the sou‍n​d fr⁠om the hall. “But it see​ms​ I need to be c‍learer. Do yo⁠u not know who I a‌m? I am Silas fuc‌king Truman.”

"Who do you think you are, coming onto my turf and pulling this nonsense!" I pulled Walt behind me and got right in her face. "This is my man. He's not for sale at any price. Take your filthy money and get out!" Vivian had clearly never been spoken to like that in her life. She let out a shriek and snapped her fingers at her servants. They overturned my entire stall in one go. Cuts of meat scattered across the ground, rolling through the mud and the rotting vegetable scraps. I stared at the meat scattered across the ground and felt my eyes sting.

Just then, a commanding voice interrupted the tense atmosphere. "It's been many years of fighting by your side, and the Trumans' businesses have been steady and progressing under my care." It was Yuvan Truman, an elder with considerable authority. He managed a significant portion of the family's properties. Many of the key figures in the management were people he had personally mentored. He was one of the most influential members of the Trumans, a prominent leader in their business affairs. His stance held substantial weight.