Truths Book Novels & Stories

, 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.

A room with a large table in the middle, while the surroundings are full of high shelves that rise to the ceiling. Various books are neatly arranged on the shelves. "I'd love to break your arms and legs out of shape." Aldrich threw a very thick book at Derrick. Derrick avoided the book. "Hi, Cousin!" "Say what you want and then disappear from my life." "Relax, we can talk while drinking some of your wine collection." Aldrich smiled as if in agreement but in contrast to what he did next. With a very fast movement, Aldrich banged Derrick's head on the large table in the middle of the room until it bled.

He staggered backward, clutching his stomach as he screamed hysterically. "No way! That's impossible! I saw him get encased in the concrete with my own eyes. He had already lost all his limbs. "How could he have hidden a recorder pen? You're lying! Gabriella, you're lying to me!" As soon as he spoke, he froze on the spot. Gabriella calmly rose from the couch. "It's true. I lied about the recorder pen, but I know everything—you colluded with Oliver and leaked classified narcotics intelligence, causing the death of hundreds of our comrades. You even killed Daniel to silence him and fabricated evidence to frame Victor."

"I want to spend it with just the two of us, of course!" Maya looked at me with such an expectant look that I wondered if something had gone wrong with the truth serum. After all, in the three years we had been married, I had never doubted her love. I studied her eyes, then tested her by resting my hand on her in a way she could not mistake for anything else. Maya did not pull away. Then I turned, opened the nightstand drawer, and took out the unopened box of condoms from inside.

If there is another life, I wish I could be born into an ordinary family, and that I could meet you again with a clean slate. I stood there for a long time after finishing the letter. Then, I walked to the window and watched the snow drift down outside. There was no anger, no grief, not even a ripple of emotion. Only an immense, boundless emptiness. So this was the truth. What had fueled all that evil was not some twisted love, but another warped and pitiful soul. I tossed the letter and the brown envelope into the fireplace together. Orange flames swallowed the words in seconds, turning them into ash.

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Maybe, through fiction, I could tell the truth. I didn’t decide that night. Or the next. Or the one after that. But every day, as I rocked my son to sleep, as I braided Tessa’s hair before school, as I sat in the quiet hours while Micheal read a book in the other room, the words I had written pressed against me like they were alive. Some truths aren’t meant to be locked away forever. And this, this book, might be the only way I’ll ever let mine breathe.

I followed the trail of light, heart pounding, until a large projector screen came to life before me. At first, I thought it was a slideshow, but then I realized what I was seeing. Scenes from my journey. My first book cover. Behind-the-scenes photos from writing sessions. Footage from my Kyoto speech. A clip from a podcast interview where I’d talked about second chances. Each transition came with the sound of a page turning. And finally, the screen faded to black. Text appeared in soft white letters: Every story needs a truth at its core. You are mine. My breath caught.

And every time, I forgave him without hesitation. [Don't be fooled just because the kid is young. He's a fantastic liar.] [When he was eating with the male lead, he even called the supporting male lead an old loser!] [Having a son like that really makes you feel bad for the supporting male lead. The son's an ingrate.] Those comments sent a chill down my spine. I could not believe that the child standing in front of me had been helping his mother deceive me for so long, despite only being five years old. But the truth was right there in front of me. I had no choice but to believe it.

that I had built from nothing was now one of the group's most profitable subsidiaries. The HR director nearly spilled her coffee when she saw my resignation letter. "Ms. Shaw, you're resigning? Does Mr. Carter know?" I smiled faintly. "He's swamped right now." Seeing the flash of sympathy in her eyes, I knew the entire company was watching my embarrassment play out. Back at the western suburbs villa, this place had once been our quiet retreat, somewhere we'd occasionally stay for peace. My small fragrance studio was still here. While packing, I found a yellowed note tucked inside a book called "The History of Perfume". It was Alex's handwriting, youthful yet bold.