Truth Or Beard Novels & Stories

“I cant bring danger here. They are too powerful.” “Please, just tell me which one you are. I will find out eventually. I have a pretty good idea who it is anyway. You can change your hair color and have color contacts but you cant change the shape of your jaw or your eyes.” “My truth isnt the truth that was made public. Their story was a lie.” I said as I stared at my name. It stuck out like a sore thumb. “Tell me your truth.” “Give me your word you will hear me? That you will listen and understand.”

her in her place like a real man does.” Beau grabbed Trad by his shirt collar and threw him down to the ground standing over him. Beau balled up his fists, his jaw completely clenched, and Trad said, “Oh come on Beau I was just making light hearted jokes.” Beau said, “You put your hands on my wife and then disrespected her like she was nothing and you think I’m going to let you get away with that? Trad, I will knock your teeth out without hesitation.” Trad swallowed his breath and Beau said, “The difference between you and me Trad is that I don’t have to talk a big talk and mess with women to prove that I’m tough. I don’t have to talk a big game to scare you into believing I’m tougher than

“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.

His strong arms were holding me secure to his chest and I could feel the warmth seeping in. Not even a single word was spoken between us, his attention was on hiding us from elders while I was committing his features to my memory. His perfectly trimmed beard, a little dense at the jawline, his hair were pulled in a simple hairstyle, and there was not gel in it, as they were flowing with the cool night breeze. His nose wasn't angular, but a little buttoned and there was a scar over his thick eyebrow.

Phoebe muttered sensing that I was lying. "I am telling the truth," I said. "No, you aren't because anytime you lie. you always have a really serious face" Phoebe argued and demonstrated my look. I chuckled loudly as I watched her demonstration, she looked so hilarious and beautiful. "That's not the kind of face I make, ha ha" Phoebe laughed but questioned again. “What did he really say?, I am sure it's nothing good” She rolled her eyes. "You got that right" I nodded.

I smiled. " Good. Now let me tell you that my friends can ask many questions. So be ready, they may tease us mercilessly. We need to look like a normal couple. Will you be able to do it? " " I am good at acting so don't worry. Just don't look at me while I am telling a lie. I may get conscious otherwise. Most importantly, just don't touch me as I am very ticklish. I am not used to anyone touching me so I usually get a jerk. " He smiled mischievously and nodded.

She thoughts she has won because she shouted at him and filled his ears with rumours from jobless people who made gossiping their daily routine as if they will get millions of money or awards for each rumour they made. Rumours are true, people will not see a fire without smoke, they will never say what they didn't see or happened, the problem is they will add a huge portion of lies to it; five per cent of truths they saw or happened and ninety-five per cent of lies, big lies. And the strangest and funniest thing about rumours is that people tend to add their own exaggeration; lies as they gossipped or passed to another person, that person will add his/her own exaggeration; lies and passed to

Then, he said, "Alright. Give me a minute." Ten minutes later, he returned, sounding out of breath. I opened the door a crack, and he stretched his hand inside, keeping his gaze averted. The underwear in the bag was pink, and there were pads for day and night use. I suddenly felt like Chuck owed me too much. He'd always thought buying me pads from the supermarket was humiliating and shameful. How could two people be so different? When I came out, Jordan was waiting for me beside the bed. He didn't know what discharge was, so he thought I was on my period.

I chuckled and asked, "Are you really sure the person in the videos is you?" Frowning, Madison said innocently, "Phoebe, I know you don't like me, but the person in those videos is really me. Although I didn't show my face, look at these hands. Aren't they exactly the same as the ones in the videos?" "Indeed." I nodded. But then, I stretched out my own hands for everyone to see. "Now, take a look at my hands. Aren't they exactly the same as the ones in the videos?"

"Mr. Hayden, back then, the police had already found evidence linking Miss Wood as the murderer. The truth won't change just because you refuse to see it." The words settled like stones in his chest. And deep down, he knew. He had always known. But love has a way of blinding even the clearest eyes. And for three years, he had chosen not to look at the truth.