Truth Or Fiction Novels & Stories

"Becau--" "Because what? Hailee interrupted. "Hailee, she answered the question, let's just move on. "Whatever," Hailee rolled her eyes and folded her arms. I ignored Hailee's attitude and moved on with the game. I didn't know what her problem was, she was acting like a bitch but then again when wasn't she? "Hailee, Truth, or Dare?" I asked. "Truth," she answered. "What were you and Derek talking about earlier?" I questioned.

I scrolled through my feed until I found a post that reminded me of Justin and the conversation we had last night. I downloaded the post and decided to send it to him now that I had nothing to do at the Diner. It was still empty. "If people ever look down upon you for crying for fictional characters, you should give them a gentle, pitying look and feel bad for them. If they've never cried for a fictional character, then they've never loved one (and what a joy that is). If they've never cried at a book, a movie, or a piece of music, then they've missed one of the great pleasures life has to offer. Just because fiction does not contain things that are real, doesn't mean it doesn't contain the

Rebecca's face contorted with anger, and she asked, her voice shaking, "What? The Joneses are the top dogs in wealth? You've got to be pulling my leg, teaming up with them to fool me, right? How else could I be clueless about this?" They were beside themselves with worry.

“And we need answers that align.” I paused. “…Align?” “Yes.” I exhaled slowly, the realization settling in. “You mean we need a story.” “Correct.” I let out a humorless laugh. “So we’re officially building a fake relationship now.” "It's more like building a narrative.” Quin corrected. “Call it whatever you want, it’s still a lie.” “It’s a controlled version of events.” I rolled my eyes. “You really have a way of making everything sound less insane than it actually is.”

Charlotte's tears stopped immediately, and a hint of joy appeared on her face. However, Jeanne let out a laugh, her voice filled with unveiled mockery, "Joseph, have you gone mad? How can you believe her when you're looking at the truth?" Joseph turned around, protecting Charlotte behind him, his tone firm, "I believe in her, Jeanne. She wouldn't do something like that. She's been bullied overseas, so these pictures must have been forged or done to frame her."

Not as a legend. But as the truth.

They chorused helpfully. It tickled a memory, something Adrian mentioned before. It was true, Faeries and the Fae could not lie but it made them more dangerous rather than less. Adrian said that they had mastered the art of not saying that whole truth, or twisting the truth, saying a version of it or leaving out an important detail that changed the truth entirely. “Great, I asked you if I was on the right path and you said yes, is there any important detail you’re leaving out?” “Yes.” They chorused, less ecstatically and she smirked, she got them.

The particular quality of a person who has received confirmation of something they needed to know and can now proceed. "Can I ask you something about writing?" he said. "Yes," she said. "How do you know when something is true?" he said. "Not factually true — I mean true in the way your book is true. When you're writing something that isn't real, that is made up, how do you know if it's true in the way that matters?" She thought about this seriously.

The police had forgotten her death, and her parents had forgotten that she’d ever existed. There was nothing to say that I hadn’t forgotten something, too. I couldn’t connect all of the dots, not here, not half-stupid with tiredness and trembling with rage. Besides – one of the most basic rules of vampire lore had been disproved tonight. There was no reason to believe any of them, not anymore. Maybe vampires could even shape-shift, as some sources suggested, though it had been regularly discounted by more reputable historians and theorists. What if nothing we knew was right? Where was the line between truth and fiction? It had blurred beyond distinction, and I could no longer distinguish bet

I start to cry when asked him and I was startled when he wipe my tears and he talk. He cupped my face and said "I am not Mike" he was looking straight to my eyes and I can see that it was pure honesty "Please stop that" I said to him, removing his hands to my face. I started to doubt on what he was saying and didn't hear what he was saying after. I thought that maybe his accident was the cause of his behavior "No, stop that Mike, you must been affected by the accident" I said to him. "No, I am not lying, I am not Mike please" he start to begged at me and I'm starting to get angry again thinking that he was lying to me.