Truth Or Beard Novels & Stories

"I promise all this will go away, just tell. Me. The. Truth." And with every word his grip tightened around his shoulder. Jones knew the breaking point would be lex. If he needed info, he needed to break lex, he was the easiest prey. "Lex I swear if you tell me what i want to know, you would be safe." He whispered in his ear. Lex threw his head to a side, no energy left in him. He spat blood out from his mouth. He laughed with whatever energy left. "I kno-w what u are tryi-ng to do but it's not go-nna work! We are te-lling you the trut-h... There is noth-nothing else..."

Bryson said and there was some calmness in his voice and his eyes did not carry the anger they had from the joint. "How can you believe me? You saw me naked again with different guys and you are not mad at me," Dede asked but received a kiss as Bryson's answer. "Dede, I can smell and detect lies miles away. Those videos were staged to implicate you. They want me to detest you but I won't. I am going to marry you if you agree to marry me," Bryson said and Dede was surprised. "I didn't fall in love with your figure, your beauty or your virginity. I fell in love with your personality. The real you. The honest, humble, respectful content person," Bryson said in all honesty.

His voice was still very hoarse. “Three out of three. Did budha touch you while you were in here?” He wheezed and I was once again struck by how much different he looked now. A small part of me thought about the fact that apart from the weight loss, Pierce with a big beard was pretty hot. I don’t know why he never considered keeping one. He was a sexy man now, add the beard, and women would literally take their panties off. What I would give to have that rubbing against-and there I was ogling a man in decline. I turned the tap on and watched the bowl fill up.

He had a light covering of dark hair on his incredibly large, muscular chest, which became a thin line down his stomach and disappeared into his swim trunks. His facial hair is dark. He has a full, immaculately kept beard. The hair above his lips is trimmed perfectly and doesn't touch his lips. His beard blends into the hair on his head, which is curlier at the moment from the wind and water. It's usually up when we're at work, but right now it's down. He rocks that burly lumberjack look quite well. Sand suddenly sprays all over me, and I suck a sharp breath in and squeeze my eyes closed. I turn my head to see what happened and find three guys looking down at me in disgust.

“Nah, it’s merely me stating facts. But whatever you say.” I ignore his attempt to bait me into a discussion about whether Jess wants me dead or not, and whether I’m falsely accusing her or not. I’m not going to argue with stupidity or ignorance, it’s like hitting a pillow - pointless and draining. We both know I’m right, and I’m good with him staying delusional about her intentions. The wolf has worn himself out now, so I get out of the couch and in front of him. I activate my truth power, keeping my back to the rest of the crowd.

Before seeing his true appearance, I had assumed he was much older, at least in his thirties. Now that the beard was gone, and with a cashmere wool coat thrown on, he looked exactly like a college student who had not even graduated yet. Standing beside him, I suddenly felt embarrassingly out of place. His fair face flushed instantly as he stammered, "I-I don't look authoritative enough. If I do not keep the beard, I cannot command respect." I looked at his ears, burning red, and found it oddly fascinating. So he really did blush that easily. No wonder he had kept the beard. With this shy expression, anyone would feel tempted to bully him.

The head of the narcotics unit handed Gabriella an application form filled with signatures. "Chief Campbell, here's the application form to conduct drilling at Pier 17 of the Joy Bridge. Everyone in the narcotics unit has signed it. "We have to get to the bottom of this, regardless of whether Oliver was telling the truth. We owe the truth to our fallen comrades and the public!" Gabriella swept her eyes across the application form before crumpling it into a ball. "Application rejected."

he looks light, his vibe lightened a bit so I think it's good. "Just make sure the third branch and fifth would arrive at Africa safely. Destroy their base in that place then come back quickly. The other branches are busy with the collection of money, no one will be able to guard the inside of the company." "Aye, aye!" Jeez. I shake my head slightly when he turned his back on me. This is the real Blue, the Blue that he buried a long time ago. And now, he's all looking good though, I don't know what he really looks like before but only his attitude.

A smile escaped my lips, and I thanked these people in my thoughts. I returned my gaze to Justine, who was wearing in loose, sloppy, old faded jeans and a tattered sleeveless top. His hair was unkempt, and his face was unshaven, yet despite his beard, he still looks attractive. I'll give him that. His beard definitely adds to his hotness and sexiness. Furthermore, he appears to be completely comfortable with those firearms. He is undoubtedly the real definition of the word 'sigma.' Justine chuckled. “Yeah, he absolutely is,” he says picking salmon out of a can with his fingers.

It was a strong fashion statement. “What if you disguised yourselves?” A big hat and dark glasses probably wouldn’t cut it. “Maybe shave your beards?” There was a gasp from the assembled druids. “No, no, we can’t do that.” “Why not?” I asked “They’ll grow back?” There was a swish of branches behind me. “The beards hide what they really are,” said the tree. “Wilbur, please, we’re trying to have a meeting.” “My name is Xesar, not Wilbur.”