Truth Or Beard Novels & Stories

He then said smugly, "My wife spoils me so much. She just gave me this gold watch a few days ago as a present. Didn't Jocelyn buy you one too?" He then glanced at my wrist. When he saw the bracelet made of red string and a tiny gold bead, he paused for a second before letting out a mocking laugh. "One look and you can tell it's gold-plated silver. Then again, I make more in a day than you make in a month." Before I could react, Ethan picked up a pair of scissors and cut open the gold bead. The silver-colored metal inside was soon exposed for everyone to see. Ethan sneered. "So, I was right. Who are you trying to fool by pretending to be rich?"

"It was just a joke, Elena! Don't take it seriously. It was only a game of truth or dare." The blue-haired man beside him immediately chimed in agreement, his performance over-the-top, "Yeah, that's it! Don't get the wrong idea, Elena! We're used to joking around like that during games, just for the vibes, you know?" Everyone else seemed to snap to their senses and hurried to keep the peace. "Oh, yes, that's right. You know how Tracy is; her brain can never keep up with her mouth!" "If Alaric's first time was with her, we would've heard about it! We'd have made a running joke out of it, too!"

In the past, I always deceived myself, filtering out these moments, desperately telling myself that as long as Clara was not involved, he was passionate and generous with me in our private life. Only now, with a clear head, did I see the truth: a relationship like this, even if it led to marriage, would never last. I pulled my lips into a bitter smile, but my fingers, out of habit, swiped open my social media feed. Clara had posted a new update. A nine-photo grid: at an underground shooting range, she was in a black bodysuit holding a gun, with Ronan standing behind her, his hand over hers, helping her adjust her stance.

he asked earnestly, his expression curious. “It hurts!” The two old men who had had their beards ripped off howled. Kiran's mouth curved up, and he pretended to be surprised. “Are these real beards? I don't believe it. Let me try again.” With that, he dropped the beards in his hands and grabbed the beard of the third man, who was still punching him. Gaaaah! The man screeched and frantically withdrew his hands to cover his beard. However, it was too late. With a ripping sound, Kiran seized and tore it off fiercely.

Josh laughed, running his own hand over his beard, “Nineteen. It’s a good look for the ladies.” I chuckled, “A beard and dreadlocks. Honey one of them has got to give,” I said pulling my hand away. “Hey, don’t hate! I’m trying something new and yes the ladies love it.” He grinned his entire face lighting up. It had been a long time since I saw that look on his face and it made me shy away. “Okay fine. You are going to have to trim it a bit, if the ladies, not counting your mom and sisters, are to really love it.” His grin widened and I couldn’t help but smile myself.

“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.

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.

Hell, Vice did everything well. Where Vice looked like an underwear model – all lean, smouldering dark good looks and clean shaven – Victor was golden haired, body building, and stubble jawed… Okay, he had gone the full beard, Raven smothered a laugh as he caught sight of the blonde man waiting in the open door. A well-groomed beard with a manbun, to be precise. “If you offer me coffee, I am not responsible for my reaction,” Raven said. “What?” Victor raised an eyebrow and stroked his beard between his forefinger and thumb. “You don’t like the beard? Apparently, they are the current fashion, and it doesn’t raise a rash on Mirage. Anywhere,” he added with a glint in his eye.

"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.

“It's the 28th of Feb, babe...” He looked quizzical, I could see him trying to figure it out. I shook my head and laughed. He looked so cute, this confused. His beard was trimmed short, brown. He had brown hair and eyebrows and very fair skin— apparently, he was almost born an albino. With the darker brown freckles on his nose, he looked perfect. Beautiful. “I'm hurt.” I pouted, pretending to be sad. “Oh... Oh!” His face finally lit up. “Oh shit... happy second year anniversary, Artha-bear!”