Truth Or Beard Novels & Stories

“Calvin!! Every parent loves each and every child, no matter how different they are. So, throw that question out of your mind and heart, okay?” “Okay, Mom.”, Calvin nodded. “Please tell us more about dad. Does he keep a beard and mustache or clean shave?” “Beard and Mustache?” Sophia chuckled. “He hates that and always keeps a clean shave.” * On the other side, a person with a big mustache and beard lifted the sheet from his body. * “He keeps short trimmed hair.”, Sophia explained. * On the other side, that person rolled his long brown hairs, onto his chest, into a bun.

It felt strange, hearing that sound come from my own chest after such a long, tense day. Adrien’s smile widened instantly. “There it is,” he said. I shook my head, still laughing. “You look insane.” “Festive,” he corrected. “There’s a difference.” I reached out without thinking and tugged lightly at the fake beard. “This is criminal.” He leaned closer. “I’ll have you know this was carefully selected.” “For emotional damage,” I said. He laughed. “You needed it.” I sobered just a little, glancing back at the room. “I was still working.”

That shut her up quickly. He brushed his thumb along my jaw. “They’re going to love you.” I gave him a skeptical look. “I mean it,” he said. “Because you’re going to walk out there, stand in your power, and tell the truth. And there is nothing more beautiful, powerful, or important than the truth.” I shook my head, voice cracking. “This is bigger than just telling the truth.” “I know,” he said. “That’s why I’m standing right beside you.”

Something has been bothering my friend but he won’t tell me what it is. I hate that he’s keeping secrets, but then again so am I. I haven’t told a single person about my girlfriend and I don’t intend to until tonight. I plan on claiming my Angel tonight. I know that there’s a chance that my true mate will be at the ball. Even if she is, I still want to claim my girl. I know that a true mate is supposed to be this magical thing that improves your life, but I don’t believe that. What I have with my girl is real, and it doesn’t come from some mate bond that is given to me by a goddess.

My voice shook as I stared at Alex. Alex let out a cold laugh, pulling Brooke closer to him. "We're getting divorced anyway. Why do you care about this stuff?" Brooke walked over with false concern, trying to take my hand. "Ms. Shaw, please don't blame Mr. Carter. It's because I was weak during my pregnancy and was afraid of damaging those precious things..." "Don't touch me!" I jerked my hand away like I'd been burned. She cried out in surprise, swooning backward with delicate fragility. Alex caught her swiftly, checking her anxiously from head to toe.

"This scarf was hand-knitted by you for me. Your knitting skills were clumsy; it took you a whole month to finish. "Look at this, it's our graduation photo. You were standing beside me. We were together early on, back when we were still in school. Our homeroom teacher even acknowledged our close relationship." I looked at him with confusion, having absolutely no recollection. "It's okay; you'll remember eventually," he murmured to himself, though I couldn't tell if he was saying it for my benefit or his own. However, a terminal illness isn't something you can overcome just with confidence.

They almost ruined a woman’s entire life. [I’m just saying, this is livestream moral coercion. Giving up a seat is kindness; refusing is one’s right.] [Exactly. Influencers these days just get carried away because they have a few loyal fans.] In my previous life, I had two surgery reports in total, but Felix had deliberately hidden the report diagnosing me with uterine fibroids. In this second life, the first thing I did was protect this report with all my strength. Bella panicked and looked at me, trying to argue her case, “You must have fabricated the report because you’re afraid others will find out.”

"Answer what?" "Whether you like him." Maeve sighed. "I honestly don't know, Bea." "Are you sure?" "Yes." Bea smiled. "You know... there are people who can't admit the truth to themselves right away." "Why?" "Because they're afraid that once they admit it... it'll become real."

"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.

“You said you can’t change anything about your hair or eyes, but you can create illusions. Is this just a really convincing illusion?” He smiles, taking my hand and kissing the back of it, “You really do pay attention to everything I say, don't you? No, this is not an illusion. As you so accurately recalled, I can’t change the colour of my hair or the colour of my eyes, but I can change things like my body, my beard–” “Your dick,” I interject. He laughs, “That too. Point is my beard I can definitely change. I just never have before.”