Truth Or Beard Novels & Stories

to tell the truth. *_*

“And friends tell the truth to one another?” I swallow hard. “They do.” Angela nods. “So let’s stop playing games, huh? If you want our advice, you have to give us the truth of what’s going on.” I don’t want to admit it to myself, but I know she’s right. So, with a sigh, I quickly fill them in on Beau’s near bite, and everything that happened after. “Of course it would be Beau,” Debbie says with a whistle. “What does that mean?” I ask her.

“My grandfather told me that a man’s beards are sometimes like the hair on the woman's head. It pronounces his masculinity and his presence. But he also said that it is only some men who need beards to pronounce that. But he said he didn't judge those who needed their beards for doing so. “It's funny that grandfather of yours”, he laughed. “I can't believe that your grandfather as well as you think I need a beard to be a man," he said and continued laughing. “That's not what we meant…” I said, trying to explain myself before he cut in. “I know, I'm just kidding”, he said smiling. “I never really understood what he meant because my father has always shaved but I think I did when I came here”,

Adrian Carl shaved his beard. I sat in the tattoo parlor while he was busy rubbing shaving foam onto my chin. "Are you sure, Carl? It's going to be smooth?" I asked. "Relax Bro. Trust Carl Johnson." The Spanish guy, my co-worker whom I call Manuel laughs while tattooing a customer. "Carl never had a beard and do you believe he could?" I almost got up, but Yun, the Korean girl, my coworker next door held me. "Carl always shaves his beard, so he's a pro."

“If you want to see a beach bum, then I’ll take you to the beach sometime. But my sweet Tyger, I’m not a beach bum.” She giggled and slapped at his hands, but he refused to stop. Being fun with her like this was nice. “Actually,” she said between laughs, “it’s just your long hair and your beard and mustache that makes me think that you’re a beach bum.” “Oh, really?” Monte wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. He dropped his face to her neck and rubbed his well-groomed facial hair on her skin. “This, my sweet Tyger, is called a goatee. A lot of men have them.”

He threw the cigarette away, ran over, and said with an embarrassed expression, “Boss Bear, you’re finally here. I’m being bullied by an outsider so miserably. You have to help me!” Blind Bear coldly said, “I’m not interested in helping you. I just want to vent my anger to someone. You’re lucky, I’ll help you deal with that guy just to vent out my anger.” Burning Beard smiled brightly. “Thank you in advance, Boss Bear!” Blind Bear asked, “Where’s the person you want to deal with?” “There he is!” Burning Beard reached out to point at Thomas. Then, Blind Bear and his lackeys looked over together.

“Theoretically, we cannot deny the possibility of anything happening. After all, nothing is ever absolute in this world. However, according to my experience and judgment after being in this field for so long, it’s impossible to do that!” He pretended to be twirling his beard, forgetting that Galen had pulled those few strands of the beard off when Lily brought him over the other time. As half of it was gone, he decided that he might as well shave everything off after that. His chin was smooth, but he could not eliminate his habit of twirling his beard. "Oh, I thought the institute was that capable that they had cultivated a non-poisonous type of wilfordi root," Lily said casually, lowering h

I must find out the truth. ‎

I don’t know why, but he’s cute with his current appearance. I stared at him, and his beard was stealing my attention. “You might do tough things while being away and grow a beard on your face,” I mumbled, making him look at me. “You’ve been away for a while,” I added. His brown eyes stared at me intensely, trying to find words to say.

His hammer had forged the truth out of a lie several hundreds of milllenia old. "I cannot believe that one so arrogant was able to deceive the universe that she was the True Goddess. Even more unbelievable is that she has people following her, thinking that she speaks the truth." Frederick frowned as the thought of several people following after the wrong person caused his stomach to churn painfully. The real True Goddess was too kind to build an army. That should have been enough to reveal the imposter to those who followed her. Alas, people always jumped headfirst into deceitful flames. "I must check on Abe and the others," Frederick stated and strapped his hammer to his back. He could eas