Novel & Cerita Truth Or Fiction

Each screen displayed streams of communications, financial movements, operational reports, and surveillance footage a living, shifting web of connections, intentions, and potential vulnerabilities. “Good,” Adrian said without looking up. “Today, truths will be revealed, intentionally or otherwise. Some will clarify loyalties, others will destabilize. Your task is to observe, anticipate reactions, and manage consequences. Mistakes will have repercussions.” I nodded, my mind already mapping potential outcomes. Truth, unlike deception, was not always straightforward. It could strengthen relationships or unravel them depending on timing, perception, and presentation. Handling truth required as m

I said, and Alpha Harry scoffed. “Who knows? It just might be a lie.” He shrugged. “The truth is whatever you make it.” “And a lie?” I asked, following beside him now. “A lie is the truth, until the truth catches up with it.” He muttered. “Sometimes the truth is a lie, and sometimes, a lie is the truth. There's no static formula to it.” I nodded, walking behind him. Most times he spews facts, sometimes he's just a lot to handle.

“Indeed. The result is all that matters. Ensure your health. The narrative must be flawless.” I have always been my father’s daughter. Lying to him comes as naturally as breathing, because I do not experience it as lying. I experience it as editing reality toward a superior outcome. We are not creatures of truth — we are architects of destiny. Truth is clay. We are sculptors. But now, in this quiet room at Red Creek, with the weight of the coming ritual pressing down on everything, a new and sharper fear has begun to needle through the ice of my certainty.

"I'm still so shocked that you lied about something so big. It's hard to trust you now." We lied about something so big? Is this woman fùcking serious? Has she forgotten the part where she cheated on George and made him raise kids that weren't his without telling him that he wasn't the biological father? Who's the bigger liar? "I'm sure it's hard for George to trust you too." I scoff.

Fake transfers. Forged signatures. His stomach tightened. Because he instantly understood. Marcus wasn't creating evidence. He was creating a story. A believable story. One capable of surviving scrutiny. One capable of surviving court. "No." Marcus laughed. "Still protecting him?" "He's innocent." The answer came instantly. Marcus shrugged. "Truth doesn't matter." The words hung heavily in the air. Because everyone knew they were true. Sometimes truth lost. Sometimes lies won. And money often decided which was which.

Mara — The Art of the Half-Truth The folder sat between them like a third person in the room. Mara had learned, in four years of becoming what Hayes had made of her, that the most effective lies were not the ones built entirely from fiction. Fiction had gaps — places where the architecture showed, where the light came through wrong and the person you were lying to felt the draft without knowing where it came from. The most effective lies were the ones built around a true thing, the way a house is built around a load-bearing wall. You constructed the fiction outward from something real, and the realness held everything up.

Because he had a fight waiting for him. "That I'll always protect her." Wasnt that the ultimate truth? Truths of all truths. Truth is probably the only English word with no capacity of become a verb. Honesty-yes. But honesty is different. It goes up and down the scale believing the individual has a choice- honest or dishonest. Truths don't have illusion of a choice. What Greggory didn't know was that Noah's sexual proclivities were a deliberate attempt to offset a more worrisome emotion- it disturbed him how protective he'd begun to feel towards her. If he didn't measure upto anything else in his life, he'd measure upto this task. What did that day about him?

"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.

He believed in the fact that hard work is the key to success which Keith Jonas didn't really agree to but obviously always had to pretend to. Mr. Paul was a person who was hard to please and he never trusted anyone easily. But Keith somehow managed to gain his trust within the time period of 5 years. Yes. 5 damn years. Keith was one of the most trustworthy person of Mr. Paul after his son. But deep down he felt something strange about Keith. Something odd. “I calculated the revenue for this month but I saw a difference of 500$ in the total amount.” “But... I’m the one who calculates the revenue for each month... why did you bother Mr. Paul” Keith hesitated and turned his face towards the sho

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