Truth Always Prevails Novels & Stories

"I mean, no offend, okay? It's just an opinion," "Sure, sure, what is it?" She agreed as she nodded every after of the word sure. "What if the four marks are the good ones and the government is the bad one?" He asked maintaining eye contact with her. "Ohh..." She got speechless. "That's... out of the box," She added. "By the way, in any chance, did you witness the appearance of the Sacred Book of Truths? I am curious!" He acted like an innocent curious boy. "Yeah, sure! We can go there right now!"

“They wanted proof that I’m protected by power. That I can only exist in daylight if someone stronger clears the way. You gave them that proof.” “I gave them consequences,” Nathaniel said. “And took away agency,” Lillian replied. “Mine.” Elena crossed her arms, watching carefully. “If this continues,” she said, “the war stops being about truth and becomes about who can impose order faster.” Nathaniel looked between them. “And you think truth survives that.” “Yes,” Lillian said. “Because truth doesn’t need enforcement. It needs witnesses.” She stepped closer to him then, close enough that her voice dropped.

It wasn't protecting it from destruction. It was protecting it from the Dreamer. Ama felt her breath catch. From me. The thought appeared naturally. As though it had always been there. The page continued. The answer is not evil. A pause. The answer is not dangerous. Another pause. The answer is true. Silence. Ama's heart pounded. Truth. Not power. Not destruction. Not corruption. Truth. The simplest thing in existence. And somehow the most difficult thing to preserve. The silver ink flowed again.

True righteousness is the meaning of life. Life is light, darkness is death. Darkness is death, but it hides life. As well as life covering death. See death in life, and life in death - this is the truth. The power of perfection, the power of life. Life is new and wonderful. Darkness covers the truth. Truth puts on a mask. Only the chosen one will see the bear and the hare, the bull and the fox. Eyes, omnipresent eyes - hide the truth. The truth is hidden in them, covered with a mask.

"In any war, truth is the first victim. Can you not see that? Could she not see it?" "Can you deny that Tina Davis was murdered because she was testing lies that reinforced the war struggle recovering than the facts would have done?" "I am saying," the Home Secretary said, "that the disparity between truth and lies is immaterial in time of war. True or false? Right or wrong? These questions are inconsequential now. It's all down to allegiance. Are you with us or against us? Surely you of can see that." "And anyone who isn't with you?" "-- is with the guerrillas and must be removed!" said the Home Secretary.

Like a shattering glass, their souls will be everywhere finding the frame. How cruel this world is. How much pain must we all feel to be able to live the way we want? A never ending tears falling from the swollen eyes. A never ending of sorrow from the past to present. An unexpected happenings that no one knew will happen but definitely know the fear of intuition happening. But..... The way she smiles while her eyes are close sends me a thousand chills. Is she happy? Is she satisfied that she got to save her husband? Is she happy that no one got hurt badly and died?

"Becau--" "Because what? Hailee interrupted. "Hailee, she answered the question, let's just move on. "Whatever," Hailee rolled her eyes and folded her arms. I ignored Hailee's attitude and moved on with the game. I didn't know what her problem was, she was acting like a bitch but then again when wasn't she? "Hailee, Truth, or Dare?" I asked. "Truth," she answered. "What were you and Derek talking about earlier?" I questioned.

Sienna The truth doesn't cost you anything, but a lie costs you everything. That’s what they say, but in my case, both could cost me everything. Both will destroy my life. Lies kill relationships, but the truth will kill mine, too. Maybe I’m making a stupid decision—actually, I know I am—but sometimes stupid decisions save lives. At least, I hope so.

“Tonight was perfect, but what happens tomorrow? What happens when the world starts poking holes in the story we’ve built?” Adrian’s expression grew serious. He cupped her face, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Let them poke. Let them question. None of it changes the truth of what we have. You and I—we’ve been through hell, and we came out stronger. No one can take that away from us.” Sophia swallowed the lump in her throat, her heart swelling with the intensity of his conviction. “How do you always know the right thing to say?” “Because it’s the truth,” he said simply, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

And the world will be aware of the truth after today. Margaret's eyes were keen as she leaned forward. "And what exactly do you think will happen, dear?" Freda didn't think twice. "Justice." Margaret shook her head and let out a breath. "Justice? Justice is not the foundation of the world, my dear. It is powered. You don't have any at the moment.” Freda's eyes were flaming with rebellion as she leaned in. "You're not correct. I own the truth, which is more powerful than power. And the world will soon hear it.”