Truth Or Beard Novels & Stories

He's telling the truth. "Did you ask him?" "No. We still hang out. But there were still times when he isolated himself. He also became super strong when his angry and aggressive. Then I got used to it. Even Brent and Margaux." "So you all grew up together?" "Yeah. Our parents are family, friends, relatives, and business partners. You didn't answer my question." I cleared my throat and hesitated for a moment until I found the courage to tell him. "Do you know Rose Eldrich?"

Jaybie replied. Maxwell's heart skipped a beat when Jaybie noticed! "Can running make your beard curl up?" Jaybie turned to look at Sonnet and asked. Sonnet spread her hands and responded, "I don’t know about this. You have to ask Uncle Johnson." Jaybie turned around to look at Maxwell, his knowledge-seeking gaze making Maxwell feel guilty. Maxwell stroked his fake beard with his hand, coughed, and said, "Uh, it’s probably because some soup got on the beard from dinner and it curled up after I fiddled with it. I'll take a shower and wash it off later. It'll be fine."

“You think that was about control.” “I think it was about perception,” I replied. “And you didn’t think past the moment.” His jaw tightened. “Explain.” I crossed my arms too, mirroring him without meaning to. “Yes,” I said, voice steady even though my pulse wasn’t. “Not because anyone was standing there with popcorn. Because rumors spread.” His eyes narrowed. “You think it’ll become a story.” “It already has,” I said. “By tomorrow it won’t be ‘a woman tried it.’ It’ll be ‘Damien Lockewood had to step in because Tanya couldn’t handle it.’”

A random guy's account had already liked the post and commented, "Honestly, Olivia is the one I feel terrible for here. I can handle his attitude, but he couldn't even tolerate a helpless puppy. It's a dog. It's not like it was eating his food." The person who had posted it replied, "None of us even dares to hang out with her anymore." He wrote back, "The real issue is that he's a massive hypocrite anyway. He's always sleeping around, but Olivia isn't allowed to have a little fun."

His neatly-styled handlebar mustache curled in either direction of his face. “Some retain beards from mortality,” he continued, “but cannot grow them back if they are shaven. We, the Immortal Beard Society, propose that a man cannot truly be a man unless he can grow facial hair even after he has become immortal.” “Here, here!” barked the other men. Loretta bit her fist to stifle her giggles. “It is time we welcomed our new applicants,” said Mr. Pervis. He gestured to a small group of gentlemen sitting in a line of chairs. The Immortal Beard Society regarded these applicants with henceforth-unimpressed eyes.

he praised her. She won't know what that means, it's a compliment that scares her. Moreover, he was someone she didn't know. "Why is he suddenly talking about my nails?" the woman's mind was not calm. Suddenly she looked at her nails which were polished pink with glittering beads that adorned them. Her nails do look beautiful. Shouldn't she be happy to hear that compliment? But again... is that a compliment? Even though fear began to fill her heart. She tried to answer politely. Just wanted to end the conversation that felt so dreadful to her.

The boy stared at him with his knitted brows. "Dada and mama Bee owd(old) man watch pown(porn)? No beawd(beard) dada, no beawd(beard) mama Bee '' Theo matter of factly exclaimed, rendering Carl speechless. "You just dig your grave" Earth whispered and smirked at his brother who just rolled his eyes on him. "Yes, dada and mama Bee are not old and they have no beard so they will not watch porn. They will love each other and talk" Carl carefully explained while Theo is intently staring at his face.

She didn’t hesitate as she tugged the jeans over her hips, peeling off the dressing just below her peachy ass framed perfectly by a forest green thong. “Nice.” I licked at my lips as I leant down to stare at the cursive script there. Forever. “The tat or my ass?” Behind me, Gent laughed. Smirking, I pulled myself up to my own height. “Both,” I added truthfully. I wasn’t about to lie. I didn’t lie. That’s why they called me Truth. Because I always told it. It was a fucking curse. I expected her to be offended. This gorgeous creature with her bright purple-pink hair and perfect butt.

"And so does he." Looking down, I see Major on the ground, his paws over his eyes. We're horrified. "We're not used to so much femininity." I do my best to defend our positions. She giggles, not offended at all. "What can I help you with?" I rub at the beard on my face, a gesture I've picked up recently. It's a nervous tell, one I'm gonna have to get rid of. "There's this woman," I start. "Isn't there always?"

My eyes went to his body. His hair is wet. It dribbled down on his shoulder as the dainty hair on his chest grabbed my attention. His six-pack abs are pretty visible. I can say Adam is into the gym and works out consistently. But what caught my attention most is his beard. He shaved it off, making his face clean. “Quit ogling,” he said, using his stern voice. I looked away before crossing my arms while sitting on the sofa. “I’m not ogling!” I defended myself.