Novel & Cerita Truth Or Beard

We've done this a few too many times and I know where this is heading so I say. "Truth." "When are you planning to tell me that Brandon attacked you?" ****

Can't you see past your own nose? 'Wasn't I just as devoted?' I wondered. After marrying Rebecca, I spared no expense to ensure her parents were comfortable, buying them a spacious apartment and hiring a full-time caretaker. Marvin? He had been all talk, showing up empty-handed every time he visited. They thought he was the more devoted one? That was a joke. I seethed inwardly. My fists balled up as I spat out my words. "So, he's the devoted one, and I'm not? What's it to me if he's childless? Why should my wife have to bear his child?"

He then said smugly, "My wife spoils me so much. She just gave me this gold watch a few days ago as a present. Didn't Jocelyn buy you one too?" He then glanced at my wrist. When he saw the bracelet made of red string and a tiny gold bead, he paused for a second before letting out a mocking laugh. "One look and you can tell it's gold-plated silver. Then again, I make more in a day than you make in a month." Before I could react, Ethan picked up a pair of scissors and cut open the gold bead. The silver-colored metal inside was soon exposed for everyone to see. Ethan sneered. "So, I was right. Who are you trying to fool by pretending to be rich?"

"It was just a joke, Elena! Don't take it seriously. It was only a game of truth or dare." The blue-haired man beside him immediately chimed in agreement, his performance over-the-top, "Yeah, that's it! Don't get the wrong idea, Elena! We're used to joking around like that during games, just for the vibes, you know?" Everyone else seemed to snap to their senses and hurried to keep the peace. "Oh, yes, that's right. You know how Tracy is; her brain can never keep up with her mouth!" "If Alaric's first time was with her, we would've heard about it! We'd have made a running joke out of it, too!"

In the past, I always deceived myself, filtering out these moments, desperately telling myself that as long as Clara was not involved, he was passionate and generous with me in our private life. Only now, with a clear head, did I see the truth: a relationship like this, even if it led to marriage, would never last. I pulled my lips into a bitter smile, but my fingers, out of habit, swiped open my social media feed. Clara had posted a new update. A nine-photo grid: at an underground shooting range, she was in a black bodysuit holding a gun, with Ronan standing behind her, his hand over hers, helping her adjust her stance.

“Oh sorry, Lord Beike. I missed a few spots and only managed to shave your right chin. Do you want me to help you with your left chin?” Lord Beike gritted his teeth as he looked at me with rage burning in his eyes. But it made me smiled even wider. Lord Beike took back the dagger to his hand and put it behind his back. He waved his hand and voila! His beard was complete again. “Even after many years, you’re still after my beard Queen Fae.” “But now, I managed to just shave your beard and not cut your neck. Wouldn’t that be a pity if I did?”

Josh laughed, running his own hand over his beard, “Nineteen. It’s a good look for the ladies.” I chuckled, “A beard and dreadlocks. Honey one of them has got to give,” I said pulling my hand away. “Hey, don’t hate! I’m trying something new and yes the ladies love it.” He grinned his entire face lighting up. It had been a long time since I saw that look on his face and it made me shy away. “Okay fine. You are going to have to trim it a bit, if the ladies, not counting your mom and sisters, are to really love it.” His grin widened and I couldn’t help but smile myself.