Truth Or Fiction Novels & Stories

Closing my eyes, I force myself to breathe in and out. It is going to be okay. The realistic part of me assures me that there is always an explanation for everything. There is no such thing as magic. There must be a logical explanation for this. I spend the next two hours comforting myself that the truth will be revealed in time. * * * Author Note: Which one is the truth and which one is the illusion?

“I am asking because, you are very strange and am really confused. You know too much, you are acting obsessively. You live a double lifestyle. What if your other lifestyle is a lie? The one you act as Jake and as seamus. What if it’s a lie? What if your real name isn’t Jake De Walter?” I asked, staring into his eyes. Jake held my gaze without a wavering eye. He looked like he was doing a lot of thinking. He smiled, leaving the bed.

Chapter 368 Max I'd like to believe that I'm not a skeptic but that would be lying. I know for a fact that I am a skeptical person because sometimes people don't always tell the truth, sometimes they just do and they sometimes make it into something that they want you to believe. There are always three sides to a story. I will say that there's always four sides to every story, there's the part that you hear, there's the part that the other person has to tell, the part that people believe is their own opinion of the truth and then the one that balances all is the real truth.

, I begged her. She let out a big sigh. "Alright. Now, listen carefully. The truth I'm going to reveal won't be easy at all for you to believe. So, promise me, no matter what I say you'd believe me as I believe you, ok?", She asked. "I promise.”, I replied. "Alright, so listen to me. All the things you said are correct. They aren't normal but if you knew till now it is impossible for a clever student like you to not know the correct answer, right? Of course, you know that you're a vampire.

The last color of our rainbows, the missing piece of our songs, the one who'll complete our untold stories. This is not just the right time... "Mr. Timothy Kim, what can you say about this issue that you're drinking alcohol that night?" the conference hall went silent and they just waited Timothy's answer, like they're craving for it. "No, I'm not. Those are just rumors. I went to that convenience store to buy some of my favorite drinks. I just want to make it clear everything. Not all you see is the truth, and not all the words you hear about me, about the Metamorphosis are real. To all our fans out there... please, believe in us." He said in front of the media and reporters.

******************************* Anyone can wake up a sleeping person but no one can wake up the person who is pretending to be asleep. One can know the truth if he or she wants to accept it. No one can make the truth believable if the person doesn't want to believe it. *************************

“Was that worth ten thousand dollars?” His gaze sharpened. “You’re cautious now. You weren’t on stage.” “I was performing on stage.” “Are you not performing now?” She paused. “Not for you.” That made him smirk—genuine and amused. “Good. I don’t like lies dressed in lipstick. I like truth… even when it cuts.” She remained by the door, not crossing the threshold of intimacy his words invited. “Then what truth are you buying tonight?” she asked. He set down his glass. “That you’re not just beautiful. You’re something rare. Most girls are firecrackers—loud, quick, forgettable. But you, Aurora… you burn slow. And men remember slow burns.”

"The moment belief disappears, everything collapses." "But people deserve the truth,” I said. She laughed softly. "Do they?" "They do." She approached me again. "Tell me, Rowan." "If tomorrow the newspapers discovered every secret hidden inside every royal household, would society become stronger?" "I..." "Or would centuries of stability crumble overnight?" I couldn't answer. She gently touched my cheek. "Sometimes truth is necessary. But most times, the truth is merely destructive.” I looked at her. "So you're just going to pretend?"

At least I wouldn't have to witness their happy family of four and smell that nauseating mixture of scents. Memories flooded back like an uncontrolled tide. Alex and I had met when we were nobody special. I had supported him through his journey from an unknown programmer to a leading figure in the field of AI. For ten years, we had been the soulmates everyone in our circle envied. The first time, he was drugged by a business rival and slept with Brooke, who was just an intern then. He called me immediately, his voice shaking. "Em, I was set up! I swear on my integrity that this was the only time! I've handled everything cleanly. She'll never appear before us again!"

“Of course not. It’s just a house . . . my house, as you said.” “I can’t believe it. You’re Mr. Horror, and you don’t believe in ghosts? How is that even possible?” “Okay, Bias, I’m going to blow your mind with one hell of a revelation about writers and their stories. I’m pretty sure Lewis Carroll never fell down a rabbit hole into a magical Wonderland; it doesn’t seem likely that Anne Rice believes in vampires; and I highly doubt J.K. Rowling has met any real wizards. That’s what makes it fiction and not nonfiction.”