Truth Be Told Matthew West Lyrics Novels & Stories

Matthew quietly advised me. "I'll try." I blinked. "You don't have to try, you just need to be comfortable and be yourself around me." Matthew looked at me lovingly. "Promise me, we'll be honest with each other, okay?" He looked me right in the eye. I nodded then smiled brightly. Matthew smiled with satisfaction. “Not only promise me, you have to promise yourself.” I nodded, tears not being able to hold back but obeying. Matthew couldn't do anything else, he could only quietly wipe my face.

“You’re spiraling.” I was drunk, half a bottle of whiskey gone. “Leave me alone.” “No,” he said. “I’m not watching you burn the entire empire over one man.” “He’s not just one man,” I growled. “He’s the man. The only one I—” I choked on the words. Matteo sat across me. “Then do the hard thing. Tell him the truth. All of it.” I laughed bitterly. “You think he’ll listen?” “No,” he said bluntly. “But at least you won’t die with this guilt rotting you alive.”

Scoring Aaron West can surely not going to be that easy or easy at all. “You should have someone to give it to.” “I have no one and I wouldn’t—want to sell it either.” He was staring, just staring, not moving or speaking, just staring and I could not make out whatever he was thinking. Am I really doing this? Am I actually lying through my teeth without a single remorse? I bet I look ugly doing it. “I probably shouldn’t have. I wouldn’t have but Sarah said it was okay,” I add, thickening my lie.

Matthew timidly offered. “How, man?” “Simple. Just take a taxi and go home.” “Hmm… I like it.” Mike muttured, cheekily smiling while thinking about the escape. “No one will notice that we have disappeared into thin air.” “Do you want to leave Jo here? Did you forget about Julian?” “Fuck! Another asshole to worry about… Is this love that I'm feeling, Is this the love, that I've been searching for... Is this love or am I dreaming, Is this the love, that I've been searching for...” Matthew sang under his breath.

“Isn’t that music is all about. Communicating to others.” “It would have been better if everyone could just be honest in the first place.” Matthew says. “But this is not utopia. And somehow, we find other means to say what we want and what we mean when we can’t say it directly.” I tell him. “But we’ll be honest with each other, right?” Matthew says, looking at me deeply.

“Anna, has lying become a habit for you now? That’s sea bass. There are no bones in it.” I stood there frozen. The feeling of something being stuck in my throat was getting worse. I could not be wrong. “I specifically told your mom to buy this fish for dinner. There’s no way it has bones.” A flash of guilt flickered in Mom’s eyes. She opened her mouth, but in the end, she said nothing. At this point, the truth was obvious to me.

I bit my lip, choking on a sob. Like crying would fix anything. I was already a mess. "You've been with her all month, haven't you?" I knew the answer. I just needed to hear him say it. Pathetic. Honestly, I was a joke. Matthew stared at me, like he was torn up inside. "I just didn't want you overthinking. It's not what you think." I lost it. "You really can't be honest? Not even now?"

“I know, and I love you too, but I can’t keep this a secret. I can’t lie to our sons, and I can’t be a righteous king if I allow my mate to commit such crimes.” “I just wanted us all to be together.” “I know, I know,” he sighed, stroking her hair. “And I will always love you, but we’ll have to learn to be patient again.” His words made my mother’s tears flow even more, and she clung to Weston, holding on tightly. “What are you going to do?” Carter inquired, coming up beside me. Weston had tears in his eyes as well, but he refused to cry. He held onto our mother for as long as he could, and I realized what he was about to do.

“I need the truth. If you do not tell me, they will remain here. One day for each day of silence. One month for each month.” The warriors lined up along the wall, backs to me. I shivered, not just from cold, but from the weight of their silent judgment and the looming presence of the Alpha. The iron chains bit into my skin with every tiny tremor, each shiver sending a jolt of pain up my arms. “Darian,” I whispered, voice cracking, “I kept the truth for you. You must believe me.” “For me?” His laugh was bitter, cold, almost hollow. “Even now, you refuse to speak.”

Kind of felt like I owed him one now. Grace began humming along to a song on playing in the car. At first, I didn't recognize the song but as the chorus hit, I realized that it was Unstoppable by Sia. The song suited Grace. She truly was unstoppable. Through all the bad shit that seemed to happen to her, she still found a way to raise from it all, like a Phoenix rising from it's ashes.