Novel & Cerita Truth Or Beard

His neatly-styled handlebar mustache curled in either direction of his face. “Some retain beards from mortality,” he continued, “but cannot grow them back if they are shaven. We, the Immortal Beard Society, propose that a man cannot truly be a man unless he can grow facial hair even after he has become immortal.” “Here, here!” barked the other men. Loretta bit her fist to stifle her giggles. “It is time we welcomed our new applicants,” said Mr. Pervis. He gestured to a small group of gentlemen sitting in a line of chairs. The Immortal Beard Society regarded these applicants with henceforth-unimpressed eyes.

Selene was glowing more than usual this early in the morning and I did not know if it was because of the peach summer dress she had on that brought out her eyes as she captivated me with her presence. "Hello sexy mama," I teased in a sexy voice, Selene immediately blushed and then looked away for a moment before her gaze fell to my beard then she frowned. "Babe, what happened to your beard?" She teased while touching it. "I have no idea, I just woke up like that this morning," I shrugged casually while I lied to her because I didn't want her to think I couldn't trim a simple beard. "Oh poor baby," she snorted as she held back her mocking laughter.

"What is driving your involvement here. Professional interest. Personal alignment. Or ambition." "Truth," he said. The simplicity of the word was almost disarming. People who claim complex motivations are generally protecting something. People who say simply truth have usually examined themselves closely enough to mean it. "Truth rarely travels alone," I replied. "It tends to attract reputation alongside it." "I value truth more than comfort," he said. The sentence settled between us with a weight I had not entirely anticipated.

She shook her head in exasperation, as if she was finding it hard to express her feelings. "But I want to tell the truth....Trust me when I say I don't feel wrong when I talk to you openly like this, because I know, deep down, I am right. Your beard makes you look dangerous but I realized that I find it really attractive and se..." Those unsaid things hung in the air, thick as a blanket, ready to engulf them if they let themselves into it. They both gazed at each other and it was hard to fathom whose face showed more longing and pain.

Touching the beard that gave him a manly look,he scratched it in irritation and pulled it out. The fake beard fell off , showing the smooth skin beneath. Splashing some water on his face and drying it with a hand towel. He ran his fingers through his smooth short cut hair. They were not fake,they were really. In military you have to cut your hair short but for boys it was even shorted. So he did cut them , trying to look like one. The face staring at him in the mirror looked like that of a boy,but if you see closer. You would realise just how much it resembled to that of a girl.

A wide grin spread across his face, and I wondered if there was something on mine that made him smile like that. "Hello, ma’am! You don’t recognize me? I shaved my beard, but surely that doesn't make me unrecognizable." He said, sounding overly confident. Is this man mentally stable? I shouldn’t be engaging with someone who might be unstable. I need to leave. "Sorry, I don’t know you." I said, turning to walk away. "It's Jasper." He said, stopping me in my tracks. "I shaved my beard, that's why you didn’t recognize me."

I knew Micah was serious this time. Suppressing my panic, I choked out, "I swear I'm not lying. You know what kind of person Micah is. He's really holding a knife to my throat. Please! I just want to live, even if it's only for the sake of—" Suddenly, a woman's voice on the other end of the call cut me off. "Tim, do you think I should wear this white bunny outfit or this black leopard one later? Which one do you like more?" That was Nancy, the real Jones heiress and Micah's ex-girlfriend. Hearing her voice pushed Micah over the edge. He took the knife from my neck and plunged it straight into my body.

I ask but she just scoffs and shakes ahead. "It's not about how big it is. It's about how true it is, and deep down within you, you know I am fucking telling the truth." "You are tempting me, Flora." "To do what?" "To take care of you. Trust me, I am an expert in that, Lane, and I know what it takes to take care of you in so many different aspects that you don't even know yourself." I watch as she keeps her pretty, stunning blue eyes on me, her lashes fluttering and her lower lip stuck in between her teeth.

“You didn’t hit your head or anything, so why pretend like you’ve got a concussion? Are you trying to gain sympathy from Pierce? “Holly isn’t even crying, but you, a grown woman, are crying in pain. Isn’t that a bit much?” Pierce’s fleeting concern vanished, replaced immediately by a look of disgust. “Stop pretending you’re some pitiful dying woman. Your sixty bright, shining years of life are written clear as day. You can’t fool me.” My heart ached as I knew that he was the one who had been lying to me all along. I thought back to the whirlwind marriage between me and Pierce, to the sweet, intimate days we had shared.

But if you were to research her life, in any area, it was crazy. - Do you still like him? - Rebecca frowned, "For you to have stayed like this...I have terrible news. And gee, it's been so long. - No, no, no. It's just that it's been a long time since I've heard from them. Every time there is news about them I turn the page or change the channel. Besides, he is married to the fake friend, remember? - I got up from the couch tense - I just want to tell him a few truths, that's all, because he has been so naughty. - I shrugged - Well, I'm going to sleep ok?