Truth Or Die Novels & Stories

There was an unnerving note of delight in the dying priest's voice. "But you have implored me to hear your confession," Wilkud protested in a voice filled with anxiety. "Yes. A lie, I'm afraid. I confess that that was a trick. But I assure you that everything I have told you afterwards is true, and whether or not you dare to admit it to yourself does not change anything. It all happened. The truth has its uses, sometimes, just like lies. I have told you my story just to buy a few precious minutes. I am dying, but that does not mean that I am as weak as it may seem. "

"I didn’t kill anyone mom, I promise" Shirley sighed sadly. She didn't want to do this but did she have any other option. "Okay I'll give you money for Ryan". A bright smile appeared on the woman face. "You will"?. "Yes, I will". As Shirley searched her work bag for money, the smile on her mother's face slowly vanished as if she realised something. "But how will he take the money when he is dead?, you killed him!!!". Before Shirley could process everything, her mother jumped on her with every single strenght she possessed sending both of them to the ground.

Aiyanna said, "when did I say that, look Lucien one ay you and I we both will die, Death is the ultimate truth and it will come to us sooner or later the difference that you can die right now without trying. Or you can die while trying, the choice is yours, perhaps get to live a life that you never got the chance to live." Lucien said nothing this time and he just stared at nothing with his back to her, his face had a deep frown.

I refused to believe that my grandmother died in Ismail's words. If what Kayden said was true, then how should I face Ismail? No, I refused to believe that it was the truth! I turned around, stared at him expressionlessly, and said, "I don't believe a single word you say." Kayden spread his hands out indifferently and said, "The truth is the truth. No matter how hard you try to escape, this is the truth. It's never easy to find out the truth. Everything will be clear when you check the real estate under Ismail's name."

That’s his choice; he chose to. I look up at him. Tears blur everything. Because of me. No, he says firmly, gripping my face so I have to look at him. “Because of the truth.” Police flood the street. Medics push past us. Someone asks my name. I don’t answer. All I can think is this: now, or even after everything. There are still people willing to die to make sure the truth reaches daylight. And whoever pulled that trigger? They just proved one thing. The war isn’t over. And it’s just reached the part where no one is pretending anymore.

“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.’”

“It is just pieces and no matter how hard I try to collect things together, I cannot. If I had any control over my actions, trust me, things would have gone differently. My fist connected with the bars before I even knew I’d moved. “Don’t give me poetry. Give me the truth. You of all people have never been a man of poetry and you've never been amount of games or surprises. Start telling the truth. Those people that died, why did they die? What did she pay you?”

My fingers shook as I opened a mind-link with William, whispering with the last shred of strength I had: “Come get the camera. See the truth... with your own eyes.” It was my final day in this world—I could feel it deep in my bones. But if I had to die, then I would at least take the lies down with me. So I walked out into the cold, stormy night. My legs barely held me, but I didn’t stop. Step by step, I vanished into the endless dark. I crept toward the grave with the last breath I had left, whispering to the guard in a voice too faint to be heard:

Alexia’s POV “The hell she is!” Diego screams. I feel Stephen grip my hand tightly, as if he is trying to protect me from something. Everyone is up in arms about what has just been saying and Victoria sits there with a smirk on her face. What is happening? The king once again raises his hand to make everyone settle down. Diego sits back down, but I can see that he is struggling to keep his wolf under control. “Nick, please continue. I want everyone to remain silent no matter what you hear. Nick has been given a truth serum that my personal mages have made. He cannot lie no matter what.” My eyes widen, knowing that this means we are finally going to know what has been going on.

The day I found out I had leukemia, my first reaction wasn't to cry. It was relief. I wasn't their biological son anyway. If I died, at least I wouldn't owe anyone anything. When I was six, my younger brother and I fought over a limited-edition robot model. Mom dragged me into a corner and told me, spacing out every word, "You aren't our real son. Everything you have in this house is a favor we've done for you." After that, I never asked them for another thing. My brother got new sneakers. I wore his hand-me-downs. He took piano lessons while I washed dishes in the kitchen to earn money for breakfast the next morning. I lived like a suitcase someone had left with the family, packed and