Truth Or Die Novels & Stories

The truth was already out, hanging in the air like a guillotine. "You had something to do with her death, didn't you?" I took a step closer, my voice low and lethal. "The rogues didn't just happen upon her, did they? You sent them. You orchestrated her death because she stood in your way. Tell the truth!" With that, I sent waves of power crashing over her. "Tell. The. Truth. You orchestrated her death, didn't you?"

"You h‌ave me. You have the ev‌idence. Yo‍u have enough‍ to execute me as a traitor ten‌ times over‌. But you don't underst‍and w‌hat you're fightin⁠g. S⁠o you will‍ lose. A⁠nd whe‌n‌ you lose, I die with you. Eit‌her by your hand or theirs." He l⁠eaned forward. His cuffed hands rested on the metal. "So I will give you one pie‍ce of capital T Truth. Not to help you. To help myself su⁠rviv‍e the next 24 hou‍r⁠s." "Talk," Charles⁠ growled. The sound vibrated with contained v⁠io⁠lence.

the truth feels like a shadow shifting just beyond reach. but one thing i do know if the world decides to destroy him it wont stop until there’s nothing left.and i cant just stand by and watch. Not again. not this time. i lock my phone the screen going dark my reflection staring back at me.my heart thuds in the silence the decision already forming somewhere deep in my chest. ill get the truth whatever it costs.

That is what I will die for. When I finally fall, it is not sudden. It is gradual, like the world slowly letting go of me. Corbin stands over me, victorious in his mind, already convinced this was meaningless. But I answer him anyway, because even dying men deserve to speak their truth. I tell him he is wrong. That Adrian is coming. That my death is not an ending without consequence, but a turning point he will not survive. And even as blood fills my mouth, I believe it.

"If I do this, if I fake my death—I cannot contact anyone. Albert. Antonio. Grace. They will think I am really gone." "They will grieve. That grief will be authentic. X-One and X-Two will detect authentic grief and accept your death as real. Fake grief gets noticed. Real grief sells the deception." X-Three grabbed my flickering hand. "You want to protect them? Make them believe you are dead. It is the only way." "How do I know you are not just X-One wearing a conscience as camouflage? How do I know this is not another layer of manipulation?"

he said. “She was thorough,” I said. “Always.” He was quiet for a moment. “She used to say that she would rather die living in truth than keep looking over her shoulders. That if you were patient enough and careful enough the truth would eventually arrange itself to be seen.” He paused. “She believed that about everything. People. Packs. Politics.” A pause. “She was right about most of it.” I looked at him. “She was killed for being right about this.” “Yes,” he said simply.

You'll never find me, Killian. I'm in that cold morgue, waiting for your order to be turned into a pile of ash. #

Just like my death, even my own husband no longer cared. The two clung to each other, lips meeting in a passionate kiss. My soul trembled. Inside my mind, a dull, slicing pain echoed as if a blunt knife slowly carved through flesh and bone, refusing to fade away. A bitter laugh slipped from me. Of course, she was fine. Her “death” had always been nothing more than a lie, a cruel tale Pierce invented to deceive me. On the other hand, I had truly died. Thank goodness a soul couldn’t feel pain.

Alex seized my hand, his burning palm damp with perspiration. "Em, three months ago, her grandmother was dying. She was desperate when she begged me for help. "That night, I'd just finished entertaining clients, and I'd had too much to drink. I never imagined… "But you can relax, she'll never be welcomed into the Carter family. Your position is secure." The hospital room door suddenly burst open, and Brooke appeared, wearing an oversized hospital gown. She collapsed to her knees before me, tears flowing freely. "Ms. Shaw, please let the babies live! I want nothing else!"

But was it worth it? “Yes?” I answered calmly and winced in pain when the cuffs shifted in my hands. “You have two choices now. Although we weren’t going to be that lenient with you, we have decided to give you the grace to speak the truth or go to the Trial of Truth. I smirked. I have only heard of it, never been there. They say the Trial of Truth is a ritual where one goes deep into the worst part of the woods, the Hunted Path. It is said that no one who ever went came back again, but if anyone were to come back, it would mean that they were innocent, and they would also learn the truth. But since no one ever came back, it could just be another way to execute people.