Truth Or Beard Novels & Stories

Only truth. finally becoming undeniable.

“No. I wasn’t with anyone.” “Then why do you smell like perfume?” Anger slowly inched into his features. “This is something you need to know about me. I’m the kind of man that doesn’t give a damn about sparing your feelings. I’m the kind of man so powerful I don’t need to employ deception. I’m the kind of man that will talk shit right to your face. I won’t bend the truth to make it easier for you to hear. I won’t soften a blow so it’s less painful to take. I always speak the truth because I don’t need to lie. Only cowards and pussies lie. I’m not afraid of anything—especially the truth. So when I say something to you, it’s real. Don’t. Question. Me.” His hand slid out of my hair as he rose t

1 'That was in college,' he said, scratching his beard, 'I didn't get the beard until later. "Mhm", I mumbled, looking between him the picture. "I like the beard." I blurted out, then my eyes widened, "I mean, not that you don't look good without a beard, you look really good without it, too, very handsome. But the beard is nice, I like the beard." 1 His body shook with a chuckle. He took the picture from my hand, 'good, the beard likes you too.' 13 I rolled my eyes at him, a smile tugging at my lips, "so you knew Grayson for a long time."

‖ He nearly spit out the coffee he was drinking. ―Too bad she doesn‘t like bearded men.‖ She patted him on the shoulder. ―Don‘t be a stranger.‖ He touched his beard. Maybe he should keep it on. He didn‘t exactly relish the prospect of women trying to fix him up with their daughters, especially women who thought he was ‗adorable‘. Adorable was for puppies and kittens, not grown men. The men in the table next to him got up, threw some money on the table, and left the restaurant.

He asked. “Sure!” I lied. “Really?” He looked even more unsure. “Beard or vagina, there’s no difference. You’ll be fine.” Skyla said, making Marcel chuckle. “Not that I’ve done that in a while.” I muttered. Laser was so much better, I tilted my head. “You’re a werewolf Eric, a nick here and there will be fine.” “Yeah, besides the texture of your beard is weird, your hair looks incredible though. I guess you take care of that and if you can’t offer your beard the same attention, scrap it.” Skyla remarked dismissively as Malevolent circled Eric’s feet.

Who must have done it, as far as I know Theo doesn't let anyone touch his beard except for me and his mother. I'm the one who's been maintaining his beard since he started growing it. Whoever did it, did a good job as it gave more shape to his face. His bronze skin was shining, did he apply some oil to make it gleam or was it his natural shine? my eyes further travel all over his hard muscles trailing down to the beautifully carved V. His trainings had finally paid off. He was talking to one of the pack members. His hands were moving animatedly, making the muscles on his arms flex.

He just don't want to admit at that he messed up on this. "Trust this only thing left after you removed all the impossible. Then this thing must be the final product of what you've processed. Do not think for the other possibility.for the truth must be accepted, even if it breaks your emotions down," the chairman said. "That's my advice for you, dear future detectives." He was already giving advice. I must say he have hit some parts in my emotions. The truth was sweet for some, but sometimes it tastes bitter for someone who have suffered.

I snorted, making sure everyone could hear me as I spoke up. "Whether someone is unethical is hard to say, but at least their talent is real. Morality can be faked, not stupidity. Some things are either in you or they're not. I've yet to see the kind of damage an idiot in a high position can cause. Are you planning to enlighten me, Mr. Andrews?" Some people were just strange. I stared at Levi's embarrassed expression and thought. They knew full well that what they were about to say would get them scolded, yet they said it anyway. Then, when they did get scolded, they acted so bewildered.

“Theo?” I repeated, my voice hollow. Slowly my jaw hung open, my eyes widening so much, and I had to force myself to close it shut, but my eyes still maintained their surprise. Maybe it was the fact that the man I was seeing here looked nothing like the man who had been drilling into me about a year ago. Theo had never been a fan of beards, complaining they were itchy, but there he was sporting a full face of beard, but that wasn’t the only thing about him that changed.

“So the rules are real. We can’t just lie?” “I’m not sure… But certain things must not be lied about.” Shane said. “And they’re watching.” Farrah glanced around the train car. The others were silent, but alert. The woman with the rosary kept muttering prayers under her breath. The boy in the hoodie was still rocking slightly, eyes darting between the windows and the emblem glowing faintly on his wrist. ‘No wonder they’re silent… They don’t want to get caught in a lie or something.’ It finally made sense.