Truth Or Beard Novels & Stories

On the night before my wedding, the bridal party is too excited to sleep, so someone suggests a game of anonymous confessions. Everyone writes down one thing they want to say to me, the groom-to-be. I eagerly close my eyes, expecting heartfelt wishes and congratulations, but the first note stuns me. "You bastard. If you weren't forcing my sister to marry you, Lyle would be my brother-in-law!" Lyle Thomas is my best friend. Just three hours earlier, he called to apologize, saying a last-minute business trip had come up and he couldn't make it to the wedding. My hands tremble as I continue reading. "That watch she gave you as a wedding present is one Lyle turned down. He said it looked ch

Classy, if I say so myself. “Would she?” Beard seems doubtful. He glances at the gun next to his right hand, then at the younger man, who’s clearly not in charge. Unlike Beard, he looks properly intimidated by the idea of being on Irene’s shit list. “Maybe. But I’ve watched enough TV to predict how they take me to the bathroom, untie me for just a second shebang always ends.” “Have you?” He nods, proud of his clairvoyance.

So what if I lied? “I was married. He died.” I replied, trying to have as little emotion in my voice as possible. “I am almost finished. I’ll get out of your hair soon.” “Why did you tell me you were married?” Cas asked, running his hand through his hair. He had nice hair, but his beard was really cool. I would never tell him that, though. Maybe he had one of those weak chins, and that’s why he had a beard—to make himself look better. Yeah, he was probably really ugly without a beard.

"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.

“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

" I asked, eyeing the picture. Leo handed it to me. In the picture, younger versions of Grayson, Jayden and Leo were standing side by side, their arms over each others' shoulders. The three of them grinning openly. Behind them was a football field, where I could see other young people loitering around. But what made me smile widely was Leo's smooth face. He was beardless. "You didn't have a beard!" I exclaimed with a laugh. Leo arched a brow at me, amusement dancing in his blue eyes. 1 'That was in college,' he said, scratching his beard, 'I didn't get the beard until later.'

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.