Truths Book Novels & Stories

Now. Rebecca shook with rage at my words, then looked at me, her eyes brimming with disappointment and loathing. "Daniel, I get it, you don't want to split up, but you don't have to spin such a pathetic lie! "What's your dad to me? This place? It's bankrolled by the top dog himself, and he's betting on my smarts, not on any connection to you or your old man." I let out a derisive laugh.

Then she picked up the USB. Her old laptop was on the counter. She plugged the drive in and waited while the screen flickered awake. Files loaded slowly — scanned documents, photographs, a DNA report with markers that matched a Rhodes lineage she hadn't known she belonged to. A news clipping from ten years ago, a death notice, Elias Rhodes — and next to it, circled in red ink, the word *lies* in her mother's handwriting. Liora stood up. Walked to the window. She needed to be upright. The room felt smaller than it had before, the walls just slightly closer than they should be.

She had gone in knowing that, which was why she had arrived eleven minutes early and why she had left the notepad he'd provided untouched and why she had written only what was exactly true and nothing that could be worked with strategically. The truth was not strategic. That was its particular power. You could not negotiate with a true thing. You could only accept it or refuse it, and the cost of refusal was paid in the person's own interior rather than in any external arena. What she had left on the table was not an ultimatum. It was the truth about what was required. And truth, once spoken clearly into a person's awareness, did not simply leave when they walked away from it. It stayed. She

All of it. Every lie. Every truth. Every moment in between. It all led here. To this. To us. End of Chapter 120

"Welcome! Welcome to my world. My name is Cathedra. Leave my last name blank, if you will. In this book, I shall present you a question: What if the villains in our stories are not actually evil as they're shown to be, and the good people in fairy tales are not as good as they seem? You don't believe me? Well, let me show you the truth. Let me show you the lies in the fairy tales that you all have come to know and believe. Just open the first page, and I'll tell you the true story . . ." By: Cathedra _____

We've done this a few too many times and I know where this is heading so I say. "Truth." "When are you planning to tell me that Brandon attacked you?" ****

Maybe a female? It stopped, however, as if knowing my thoughts—that I was waiting for it. I released a resigned sigh. “I am going. But first… these books in the library... are most of the information in them correct?” A nod. “Especially the ones on the wall.” I balked. You have to be kidding me. There was no way. “See? You’re being doubtful when you are hit with only a dosage of the truth. Are you sure you are actually ready for the truth you think you are desperate for?” El asked.

Charlie's POV After I recieved Nikolai's call last night I went to sleep because even if I wanted to leave the house Drake will be more suspicious of me. I even gave him a hint by asking him some questions but it turns out that he's still confuse. He's still not ready to learn everything. I will tell him whenever he's ready to accept the whole truth hiding from my lies. And I bet, he will faint if ever he knew that his wife has been a killer all this time. He...will despise me for sure and that what's scare me the most.

On New Year's Eve, Gwen Hurst and I attended a reunion with our old classmates. After several rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. Gwen was the first to lose and drew Truth. "What was your biggest regret when it came to love?" She answered without hesitation, but her gaze kept drifting toward her first love, Nikolas Stratton, who was sitting nearby. "My greatest regret was not ending up with the person I loved most. Instead, I married my backup and settled for a life of compromise." The room erupted in shock. Everyone thought I would storm out in anger, but I only smiled and gestured for the game to continue. When it was my turn, the question became, "Have you ev

I say, strolling back toward her. “Besides Rat Trap on your fake tits, the second game is called Truth: A Little Flesh or Lies: A Lot of Flesh.” I smirk. “Rules are simple. I’m going to adjust our little rat friend, so he’s positioned right above your overpriced silicone tits. Then, I ask a question. As I heat the bucket. You answer and if I believe you, I release a little heat. Vincent over there, he takes part of a finger. But if we think you’re lying?” I glance over at Vinny. “I heat the bucket, and he takes the whole fucking finger.”