Novel & Cerita Truth Or Beard

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.

I expected them to smell like smoke or at least the stale smell of beer but they smell better than I expected. “Did you shave?” I asked. He doesn’t have a beard, just a slight stubble on his jaw and it’s still there. “Yup. I manscraped in case I get lucky.” He winked at me. I laughed. “You’re not getting lucky, trust me.” “I know that. Trust me, I love living and Croix has this notion of slitting throats which I don’t want. I think we should leave that off the table, for now.” He winked.

I could tell she did not trust these guys any more than I did. The driver kept glancing at us through the mirror. He had dark hair and a beard that made him look kind of like one of the bad guys from the cartoons we were not supposed to watch. His friend, sitting in the passenger seat, was older, with white hair and a face that scrunched up like he was always thinking too hard. “So,” Beard Guy started, his voice a little too cheerful, as if trying to be less suspicious, acting so likeable to a children. “What are your names, kids?”

"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?"

“These two have been meeting in barns for months. Vivian threw herself at Vince and ruined our relationship.” "Lie!" Perry looked at Kathleen in disbelief. "How dare you call my daughter a liar!" It was Judd Randall who stepped to his daughter's side. He was a retired general of the Calvary, and still carried his body straight and proud despite his permanent injuries. He knew of his daughter’s indiscretion and condition, he had supported her idea to tell Vince. After all the father had a right to know. After this, though, he would not support a forced marriage. There were other ways to go about this. His sharp yes shushed Kathleen.

The last color of our rainbows, the missing piece of our songs, the one who'll complete our untold stories. This is not just the right time... "Mr. Timothy Kim, what can you say about this issue that you're drinking alcohol that night?" the conference hall went silent and they just waited Timothy's answer, like they're craving for it. "No, I'm not. Those are just rumors. I went to that convenience store to buy some of my favorite drinks. I just want to make it clear everything. Not all you see is the truth, and not all the words you hear about me, about the Metamorphosis are real. To all our fans out there... please, believe in us." He said in front of the media and reporters.

“Your necklace. May I see it?” Seolurrie showed them her necklace which is hidden inside her clothes. She didn’t take it off. She felt that something bad will happen if she took it off. “Hmm. It looks like an ordinary necklace for me. Are you sure what you saw was real?” “I don’t have time to be delusional. I know that what happened was real. The truth, just like how true that I came out of a gate.” “Not everything that you said can be true. There are no evidence about everything else except the fact that you came out of a gate. And a few more days you will get your hunter license. You know what will happen, right?”

“But some things require… discretion Trust me when I say the discrepancy is intentional. Strategic.” “Strategic…” I repeated, tasting the word. It felt like ashes. “Yes.” He crossed back to the table, stopping close enough that I could smell his cologne. It was woodsy, expensive and familiar in a way that made my chest ache.n”You trust me, don't you, Deborah?” It wasn't a question. It was a test. I am genuinely concerned. “Of course,” is what my ears heard myself say. His smile returned. It was warm and dangerous. “Good, because I'd hate for something like numbers to come between us.” He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.