Truth Or Die Novels & Stories

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.

"Where do I sign up to play a role in this drama?" "Wow, the world is one giant novel." I couldn't let them steer the narrative off course. It was time to deploy the army of paid comments. "Quick, check if that hospital is owned by a Diller. Usually, these shady dealings are run by a CEO who owns a corrupt hospital."

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

I guess you can’t expect someone to be all calm and easy to follow when they think they’re about to die. I wish I could tell her the truth. I almost slipped, almost. I wanted to tell her so badly that when I said I wanted to be with her forever, I meant it, and I would be. But I’ve seen enough death in the war to know Darius is right about one thing: if we’re going to sell this, she needs to believe everything that happens tomorrow is real. I don’t know what I’d have done if she chose to mark me back tonight. She’d know in an instant what was going on.

She needs to live each day of her life to its fullest ,to not fear death. And maybe that's why I was going go say the biggest lie of my life to her today. She was right when she said, lies were better than truth sometimes. Atleast they give you hope,even if it is a fake one. Without hope ,there is nothing. Life is akin to death without it. While the truth ? sometimes it kills you everyday,just like it is killing my Amara. Putting on a fake smile,I clean her forehead of the small hair sticking on it.

What if this is going to be bizarre than the previous time, what if it will be something I can’t handle, because its clearly about me and if it has shaken Zeus then it might kill me. Am I ready for this? Can I really face it? Maybe truth hurts and maybe it kills you, so, am I ready to die for the truth? Is this truth worth it? “Zeus… I need to talk.”

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

She walks over to him, and he pulls her onto his lap. “All yours, Gunner.” I watch as one of the men try to jump up to run, my hands slamming him back down onto his seat. Keeping my hand on his shoulder, I squeeze, and he screams. They shouldn’t have hidden. Had they not, they would have been found before and had quicker deaths. “Who wants to be first?” Gunner smiles, holding out his dagger. Rolling my eyes at him, I shake my head. “Or, you can start telling the truth, and I may make a deal with you.” Zane appears in front of them. “The one who is honest dies quickly. The other two, well, you’ll have a long day ahead of you.” Zane sits down, leaning forward.

And above all… do your best to speak only truth, or the Game will know. Lies are the currency of the damned. ] Farrah took a deep breath as she carefully read the rules. This was her lifeline after all. She had basically just died from the car accident, and she didn’t want to die again. If there was a chance of survival, she might as well cling to it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. This simply felt too unreal. “This is insane…” she whispered. “It’s a nightmare. It has to be.”

He caught her instantly, arm locking around her waist, holding her upright as her breath hitched. “I’ve got you,” he murmured against her temple. “I’ve got you.” "But who's got you?" She whispered. The footage cut to static. Then Mira’s voice flooded every speaker—smooth, measured, merciless. “Truth doesn’t care who it hurts,” she said. “Only that it’s seen.” The screens went dark. For half a second, the village was silent. Then it exploded. “They let them die!” “They watched it happen!” “The Queen—!”