Truth Or Die Novels & Stories

"Welcome back. You chose me. Really chose me. Finally chose me. No tricks. No resurrections. No escapes. Just death. Real death. Forever death." "Where am I?" I look around. It's not nothing. Not void. Not the True Between. Something else. Peaceful. Quiet. Right. "The Genuine Rest." Death explains. "The place where those who truly die go. Who choose ending. Who refuse everything else. Who stay themselves until the very last. You're here. Really here. Finally here. Forever." "Forever?" I ask. "I'm here forever? Conscious forever? That's not rest. That's another trap."

"He's going to kill us all anyway." "Maybe. But at least now you know the truth." The truth sat between us like a wound, bloody and raw, and I didn't know if it was too late to heal it. "What do we do now?" I asked. "We fight. We take everything we know and we use it to destroy him." "And if we can't?" "Then we die trying." "He was about to tell me who killed him," I screamed at the empty room, my voice echoing off the walls, my fists clenched at my sides, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

The air vibrated, and the hum deepened until I felt it through my ribs. Then, a voice filled the chamber. Not an echo. Not the Echo-Binder. Not my mother. But something vast and layered. “FIRST TRIAL: TRUTH.” My breath caught. Kael’s hand twitched toward me. “Truth?” Mara swore. “That’s going to be unnecessarily symbolic, isn’t it?” The voice continued, steady and resonant: “THE TRUTH OF SELF. THE TRUTH OF WILL. THE TRUTH OF FEAR.” Great, I thought. Three truths. No pressure.

“You lived with her.” Adrian’s lips parted. “I stayed with her.” “You watched her,” my father said. “That is not the same thing.” The words struck harder than shouting. Adrian sat down on the bottom step of the staircase, his face empty. My mother had my phone now. The officer helped unlock it, and the screen lit up with the last things I had searched before I died. Same-day drug trial payment. Kidney pain after medication. Vomiting blood after trial dose.

"You said you were going to my house to drop something off last time I went out, but when I came home, I found one condom missing. My wife refused to admit it and said I remembered wrong. I even started doubting myself. Tell me. Was it you?" Randy knocked the man's hand away, then looked at me viciously. "You want to convict me with one video? I wasn't the one who started it in that video. Your wife was the one who threw herself into my arms. Couldn't you see that? Or are you just too scared to admit that your wife cheated on you? Too scared to admit you lost to me?"

“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.

"In any war, truth is the first victim. Can you not see that? Could she not see it?" "Can you deny that Tina Davis was murdered because she was testing lies that reinforced the war struggle recovering than the facts would have done?" "I am saying," the Home Secretary said, "that the disparity between truth and lies is immaterial in time of war. True or false? Right or wrong? These questions are inconsequential now. It's all down to allegiance. Are you with us or against us? Surely you of can see that." "And anyone who isn't with you?" "-- is with the guerrillas and must be removed!" said the Home Secretary.

Now I know the truth behind her death Isabella didn't commit sucide it was Handy that killed her. Oh God Handy killed my best friend. I look around me weeping silently as I felt the adrenaline on my body popping out in fear. Handy is a devil he killed my pregnant friend I will surely take Vengeance on him no matter what

I was only ten years old when I witnessed the death of my father. I have always thought that something was off about his accusations and his death paired with the words he whispered into my ears before breathing his last. " Live for the truth." Those were his words. What truth was he talking about? Was it related to his death? " We have a reason to live. I have to find out the truth. " I whispered to myself. I will not allow Liam's rejection to put me down. I am stronger than that and I will prove it to him; that with or without him, I can still live a good life.

I cried, the tears mixing with the sweat on my face. “Since you insist on lying, I might as well kill you now,” he said, the gun still leveled at my head. *I can’t die. No… no, I can’t die.* “I’m telling you the truth! I know where the documents are! Please don’t kill me!” “So you’re scared of dying after all?” Grace mocked, stepping closer. “I’m the only one who knows where they are. Killing me will make you lose everything. I mean *E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G*,” I said, stressing each syllable.