Truth Or Beard Novels & Stories

Lazar quickly interrupted, chuckling awkwardly and scratching the back of his neck like he just got caught peeing in the pool. I stared at him for a beat, lips pursed. “Your friend better not be a woman,” I teased. He blinked, looking slightly startled. “Huh? No! Why would you.. I mean… even if she…No! It’s a ‘he’… totally a he. Beard and everything.” he stuttered looking flustered. I narrowed my eyes at him, fighting back a smile. “Relax, I’m just kidding. You’re sweating more than a thief locked in a vault.”

I never told anyone not even my best friend Stella but the truth is that I have a deep crush on Mark right from The beginning of Senior year but I kept it to myself as I didn't want to get hurt. I like him because he's very talented and smart, he's also very dedicated and committed to his studies, unlike other guys who spend their time playing video games and Playing girls. " Steva? " " Um, Yes. " " What were you thinking that got you so lost? " " Nothing. " I replied shyly, I couldn't possibly tell him that I was thinking of him alright? What would he think of me then? A cheap girl? An easy catch? " Hm, so why did you approach me all of a sudden? " I asked.

“We know there was a girl with you. Where is she?” He's intimidating for sure. The man in front of me is tall, strong, with dark hair and unforgiving blue eyes. He wears leather. It has blood stains on it and soon I know my blood will join the others in a sick decor. But I will never give her up. I could never. “I don't know what you're talking about,” I insist. “I'm on my own. There is no girl. Hurt me all you want but my answer won’t change. There is no girl.”

she responded. With an icy glint in her eyes, Belicia patted Roselyn's shoulder and remarked, "It appears the comments on your video aren't too favorable. Having risen to fame before you, I'm familiar with such misconceptions. Don't let it get to you. Once the noise settles, I'll make sure to clear things up." Matching Belicia's rigid smile with a defiant gaze, Roselyn retorted, "It's fine; I'm not bothered. As you pointed out, it's just a misunderstanding. The truth will reveal itself in time, and I won't be disheartened by this."

" I'll have to take it to my barber before we flying out because you need to look like you're not yourself the person you used to be as a shadow of yourself you need to be respected and be at my profile you are and I know you're not gonna like this because you love your hair but you're shaving it off and that Beard needs to be trimmed ." " My beard is just fine it's just an event that I'm going to and besides he told me that there's nothing that I need to do for initiation and just accept the get that they're giving me which is someone that they're going to put on auction but I'm not into that kind of stuff however if you have any information about Kelly I would appreciate it right now becau

Turned. Marc collapsed onto the couch—elbows on knees, head in hands, water still dripping from his hair onto the cushions. “They’re cutting me.” Damien knelt in front of him—hands on Marc’s thighs, steadying, grounding. “They won’t. Not if we fight.” “How?” Marc’s voice broke—cracked open, raw. “Everyone knows now. Photos. Audio. The chain. They’ve got everything.” Damien cupped his face—thumbs brushing wet cheeks, wiping rain and tears Marc hadn’t realized were there. “Then we stop hiding. Joint statement. Truth. We’ve been in love since college. Marriage was paper. No conflict—only love.”

"But I’d rather not wait to find out." He studied me for a moment before shrugging. "There’s one way to get your answer, sweetheart. You’d just have to ask him yourself." "You make it sound so easy." I said, rolling my eyes. "It is. Go in there, demand the truth, and if he lies, break his nose. Simple." I rolled my eyes again. "Violence isn’t always the answer, Alden." "Says the woman who acted like a tigress the first time we met."

“You are not going to be alone. I am going to be with you. So don’t worry, I got my eyes on you.” I chewed on my lower lip.I hate this guy. He stroked my upper lip. “Each time I say things to you, especially things from my heart, you chew on your lower lip. Do you think I don’t mean whatever I say?”I released my lip. “No. I believe every word you say, I believe you. You don’t lie and even if you do, you are saying the truth.”He smiled, staring at my lips.“How is it that I can’t behave like who I am whenever I am around you? Every strong man has something that weakens him, a weak spot.

His abs are visible beneath an unbuttoned flannel, and his jeans, like the first, are hanging low, deliberately, enticingly low like it's an invitation to look. The third guy is different. He has a beard, that is neatly trimmed but thick enough to make him look older than the other two. He’s leaning back in a leather chair, and has one leg draped lazily over the other, his chest is bare, and showing the tattoos running up his torso and across one collarbone. There’s something dangerous in his expression, something that feels more like a dare than an invitation. His jeans are unzipped again like the others, just enough to make the message clear.

"You're threatening me now? Can you be more reasonable? Are we not allowed to speak now? We get threatened by you just for speaking the truth? You sure are something else! Even the warriors of Star Continent would lose out to you. At least they won't stop others from speaking the truth!" The squinty-eyed man was absolutely furious. That bearded man's ability to twist the truth really was top-notch. The bearded man had clearly been the one trying to cause trouble, but now they were painted as the tyrannical ones. Everyone felt speechless when they heard the bearded man's words.