Truth Or Die Novels & Stories

He does not. Instead, he reads it again, and the words open in his chest with a pain that feels too private for publication. The line is good. Worse, it is true. That has always been Julian’s defense. Truth belongs on the page. Truth earns its place. Truth does not apologize for making powerful men uncomfortable. But this truth has Adrian’s breath on it. Julian leans back in his chair and rubs one hand over his face.

His smile was telling me everything. Then a week later. We recieved a news that my brother died in an accident. They were driving but the brake didn't worked. How come that my brother died but that woman is alive and well? She doesn't even have a slight bruise or a wound on her but my brother was already dead when the ambulance came. They were both inside the car! Then I conducted an investigation, I was already in a group where Charlie's mother is the boss. Back then Charlie was known as an assassin, her mother is a loan shark and her father has security company and a lot of businesses.

“You can choose to believe me or not, but it is the truth.” “That doesn’t change the fact that I am going to take your life. A life for one, and you are going to need to understand that I am not going to be very kind with it. The one thing that you are going to have to know, at least, it would give you some assurance, is the fact that she doesn’t know that you are alive.” Diego said, and she looked away from him, taking a deep breath as she tried to control what she was feeling.

With those words hanging heavy in the air, I braced myself for the inevitable – the blazing fire that would signal the end of my mortal coil. If I were fated to die this night, I would do so with my head held high, my final act being to shed light on the truth that was hidden for so long. Bang!

But she hates us; why can't we tell her the truth? Well well, you're more selfish than I thought. —I stood up. —Do you want to tell her the truth? Do you want to tell her that she killed her parents and ordered me to kill her little sister? That all this time she's been a big hypocrite calling us murderous monsters when she was the one who did it? —I paused for a second. Do you want to destroy her like that just to see if she shows gratitude for what we did for her so you can rejoice in her love?

[ I am listening to Only Love by Jordan Smith. " I know that and my remains as The Ceo's Woman by The Blips. " " Hm, I hope that we too can become famous and popular for our Talents one day. " " Of course we will! After all, we are hard-working and devoted to what we are doing, or have you forgotten about the Quote which says that each of us in this world is meant to leave our Marks on history. " " Yes, I remember that but I don't think everyone does, remember the young fifteen-year-old girl who died from Sickle cell in the Novel, The Better Place? "

Or one of my many, many uncles. But fuck. Travis “Punch” Mitchell was not just any male. He should absolutely be illegal, everything about him is sculpted by the goddess herself. I’d seen him fight and let me just say, there’s no coming back from that. The male is the definition of sex appeal, of everything I’ve dreamed of, and the very thing I’ve been warned my entire life to stay away from. Both my parents have made it crystal clear I will never, ever end up with one of the Flying Death males. I guess I’m just supposed to be celebate then? It’s not like any other packs nearby are any better.

Either way, she would win. Not this time. Finian walked beside me as we traveled through the thick forest. His expression was a mixture of concern and determination. He had not questioned me for warning Callum. He had not hollered when I insisted we needed to fake a death, to give like a disguise for the purpose of tricking Odessa into believing I had done my job. Instead, he nodded, affirming my sense of loyalty. "Are you sure it will work?" he asked softly. "It must." I responded. "If Odessa realises we lied to her, we would be dead."

Only… calculation. “The truth,” she repeated, almost laughing under her breath. “Funny word, truth. Everyone wants it, but when they get it, they regret it.” “Stop playing,” Damian snapped. “Did you fake your death?” Michelle tilted her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Yes.” The word was delivered so casually, so cruelly, I actually froze. She said it as if she were admitting to skipping lunch. “Yes?” I echoed, my throat dry. “Yes,” she said again, her tone light, mocking even. “I died. And yet, here I am. Fascinating, isn’t it?”

3rd POV. Somewhere at the Veil, an island that holds the covenant between the dead and the undead. "Just stop, please! " She snapped pretty hard at him, her blonde, box-braided hair was drenched on the influence of the mysterious rumbling clouds, striking down heavy rains. She did not know she could do that, betraying him was not on her bucket list. Why would he come back, knowing the consequences? Why didn't he just go afar? She was thawed.