Truths Book Novels & Stories

My daughter, Amelia Rossum, comes home with her palm pierced all the way through by a pencil. I drop my mop in a panic, hastily change out of my loungewear, and rush her to the ER. At the hospital entrance, my husband, Benedict Rossum, jumps out of his car and immediately lashes out at me. "How could you let this happen to her?" Our neighbor, Lorelei Bates, trails behind him, holding her daughter's hand. She addresses him gently, "Benedict, don't be so hard on Clarissa. Everyone makes mistakes." He scoffs. "Other mothers can keep their kids safe perfectly fine. What's her excuse? I bet she did this on purpose to guilt me into coming home early!" Amelia recoils and hides behind me. Seei

On the night before my wedding, the bridal party is too excited to sleep, so someone suggests a game of anonymous confessions. Everyone writes down one thing they want to say to me, the groom-to-be. I eagerly close my eyes, expecting heartfelt wishes and congratulations, but the first note stuns me. "You bastard. If you weren't forcing my sister to marry you, Lyle would be my brother-in-law!" Lyle Thomas is my best friend. Just three hours earlier, he called to apologize, saying a last-minute business trip had come up and he couldn't make it to the wedding. My hands tremble as I continue reading. "That watch she gave you as a wedding present is one Lyle turned down. He said it looked ch

He was playing with his words, giving me just enough to keep me hooked but not enough to give me real answers. “Why won’t you just tell me?” Alden’s eyes darkened slightly, and for a moment, I thought he might actually answer. But instead, he simply leaned forward, his voice dropping lower, his presence pressing into mine, “Because, Nyx…” He murmured, “Some truths are better left forgotten.” A chill ran down my spine. I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could push further, there was a sudden knock at the door. Liam’s voice carried through, “Alden, we have a problem.”

You told one lie and then you couldn't stop telling more of them. But – oddly and incredibly – what Claire discovered was that telling the truth was exactly like that. Once you told one real, shining true thing, then you wanted to tell another one. Then another. Then you were tempted to just lay it all out, just go for total, hell-for-leather honesty. This was especially the case if you hadn't told the truth in a long time, the way that she hadn't. Truth was liberating, she thought as she lay next to Jack's naked body, and it was empowering, and after she'd told Jack one true thing, then she'd had a damn hard time stopping herself from telling him every single true thing that she knew.

he prompted as he swept me into his arms and off the bed. To Be Continued. Author’s note: Lies, Lies, And More Lies. So Many Lies It Has Gotten Really Hard To Tell The Truths Away From The Lies. What Are The Truths? When Are We Going To Learn The Truths? Stay tuned to find out.

"Even when the truth is inconvenient." She sat with this. The specific weight of a man telling her something true and then not requiring anything from the telling — not reciprocation, not response, not the performance of being moved. Just the truth, placed on the table, hers to do with as she chose. She thought about the list in the back of her book. Things I know are true. She would add this. Not what it meant — that was too large to categorise yet. Just the fact of it. That he had said it. That it was true.

Too many defensive ornaments around the truth. I pushed a single sheet across the table to him, a routing log, only someone from the inside could easily explain. “Explain this entry then buddy.” His face blanched. Got him. “It wasn't… I d-didn’t m-mean…” He glanced to the others as if looking for salvation but there was none. I saw the fumble, sweat at the lips, a stutter that betrayed him. Because Mike never stutters. He babbles about pressure to pay a debt, threats about a contact who'd promise him to fix everything, something along those lines. The more he spoke the less coherent it became.

Even Achi looked stunned. “You’re changing,” he whispered. “I’m becoming,” she said. The being stepped forward again. “When you reach the Temple, the book will test you. It will show you the truth behind every truth. Your love. Your fear. Your future. If your soul fractures, the gods will feast on what remains.” Ava took a breath, steady, sure. “I’ve faced lies all my life. If truth is what it takes to save everything I love, then let it come.”

Then, She stopped. A symbol. Carved into a book spine. Familiar. Too familiar. Her breath caught. She had seen it before. Not here. Not recently. But somewhere else. A memory flickered. Her childhood. Her mother. A necklace. Amber’s hand trembled slightly as she reached for the book. She pulled it out. Slowly. Carefully. Like it might disappear if she moved too fast. She opened it. And everything changed. THE TRUTH BEGINS : The pages were old. Worn. But clear. Drawings filled the margins. Symbols. Marks.

“Don’t lie. Your eyes are swollen.” I stiffened but didn’t answer. He let it go. “Regardless, you shouldn’t have touched these documents.” “Then don’t leave them lying around.” Another jaw tick. Score one for Tanya. He leaned forward, hands on the desk. “What you uncovered could cost someone their job. Or their freedom.” I swallowed. “So someone was cooking the books.” His silence was confirmation. “Don’t mention this to anyone,” he said. “Not a word.” “I won’t.”