Truth Be Told Review Novels & Stories

" Everyone around us—doctors, nurses, and other families—stared and whispered. They thought I was some monster who would sacrifice his own mom for money. I looked at my relatives, who were guilt-tripping me, and at Edmund, who was still playing the victim. I was suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion and a sense of absurdity. Right then, the ER doors swung open. The doctor stepped out, mask in hand, and asked sternly, "Who is the patient's family?" "I am! I'm her son!" Edmund yelled, racing forward. "The patient got help just in time, and she's safe now," the doctor said. Then, he paused and gave us a strange look. "However, the tests we did on what was left in her stomach showed she didn't dr

"I don't always manage it. I just don't let people see the parts where I don't." June was quiet again, processing that. Then she asked, "Do you think the judge will believe me? Over him, I mean, he's good at sounding reasonable." "I think the truth sounds different from a lie when you say it plainly," I said. "People can usually tell the difference, even when they don't want to." She nodded slowly, more to herself than to me. "I'll tell the truth," she said finally. "All of it." "Okay." I stood up to leave, the conversation feeling finished. I was almost at the door when she spoke again.

I thought, just for a moment, that maybe he’d feel a flicker of guilt. When he came back to his senses, he merely brushed my reaction off. “Have you been pretending so long you’ve convinced yourself you’re dying of cancer?” he asked, looking completely unfazed by my outburst. “Drop the act. You can’t fool me, Lorien. You’re disgusting!” At that moment, my heart went cold. Then Jessica came closer and leaned in with a cruel smirk. “Now that the medicine’s gone, you might as well wait for death,” she whispered.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading. Stay tuned—the most dangerous truths have yet to be revealed. — Excel Arthur

He just don't want to admit at that he messed up on this. "Trust this only thing left after you removed all the impossible. Then this thing must be the final product of what you've processed. Do not think for the other possibility.for the truth must be accepted, even if it breaks your emotions down," the chairman said. "That's my advice for you, dear future detectives." He was already giving advice. I must say he have hit some parts in my emotions. The truth was sweet for some, but sometimes it tastes bitter for someone who have suffered.

“They say you have the footage. Nobody knows who leaked it, but many already do.” I wasn’t surprised. The council members had all seen the videos. Someone would talk. I didn’t need to know who. It was enough that the information was out. In my last life, I screamed until my throat bled and nobody listened. This time, they believed what they saw. The truth didn’t need shouting; it needed an opportunity to be seen. I closed the book and set it aside. “Leo.” “Yeah?” “Thank you.” He glanced at me but said nothing, stood, and turned off the living room lights. Footsteps faded down the hallway. The door to his room clicked shut.

“Okay. Then we’re clear on Teller. Now you’re going to fix the other problem.” “The other problem,” I repeated. “The fact your people are saying the same story like they practiced it,” she said. “You heard me. Don’t pretend you didn’t.” I didn’t pretend. “They did what they were told to do.” Jordan’s eyes narrowed. “By who.” By me. I didn’t say it. I said, “By instinct.” Jordan’s laugh was short, humorless. “That’s not an answer.” I leaned forward, resting my forearms on the desk. “Jordan, you want truth. You want details. You want every moving part laid out like it’s a normal case with normal clients.”

By morning it had been picked up by everyone else. I sat on the edge of my bed in my robe and I scrolled and I read and I felt something strange and unsteady moving through me that I couldn't immediately name. The stories were accurate. That was the unsettling part. Not sensationalized, not fabricated, not the version of events that was designed to generate clicks rather than illuminate truth. Just accurate. Someone had done the work, connected the dates, found the records, spoken to people who had known us. The picture they'd assembled was precise and devastating and entirely true, which was somehow worse than if it had been embellished because there was nothing in it to push back against.

His voice waivers, but a deathly dangerous pitch contradicts what he’s saying. It was always my job to bullshit people into believing the fantasy we wanted them to see. I would never have believed if I hadn’t seen it myself with my own eyes that Jyeon Park has mastered bare face lying and does it well. He was useless at it with an obvious tell anytime he was dishonest. He’s so believable now it makes me sick.

"Truth and truth alone Say the truth will reveal, yeah now, uhhh hmmm You see their faces but you never know their thoughts Every baby knows that talk is cheap, so cheap You see their actions but you never know their reactions Time and time alone will prove the story And every eye will see Truth will reveal The truth will reveal" --Nasio Fontaine Revealed Truth Lindsey's POV "Would you get your head out of your arse hole for once and stop being such a dick…I am trying to explain something to you!" I say to Ethan exasperatedly as I try to refute the urge to pull out my hair.