Truths Book Novels & Stories

"The doctors said not to overwhelm you—" "Please." I grab his hand, this stranger who loves some version of me that no longer exists. "I need to know if you've ever heard of Marcus Henderson. Or Catherine Lewis. Or a little girl named Truth." His expression shifts to genuine alarm. "Sophie, you're scaring me. Those are characters from your book." "My... book?" Jacob reaches for a tablet on the bedside table, tapping the screen before turning it toward me. I stare in disbelief at the cover displayed: "His Forbidden Truth" by Sophia Winters. My name—or some version of it—attached to a fiction that mirrors my reality.

Broken. Some truths are better left hidden. Some truths destroy you the moment they surface. And this truth? I didn’t think I would ever recover.

“I’ve been waiting for you in this void and dream. I’ve been directing the other shard of the Prince to bring you here. You who has the greatest burden from all of the shard souls, I know that you already knew half of the truth for everything.” “The book and the truth. To those lines and words, what can I trust and not, God?” Like an open book where she could not lie, nor did she think of doing. Her expression is enough for HIM to have those answers that HE wanted. Then, right then and there HE asks.

"I've lied so much to him, Robin. I could write a book on it. I could title it 'A Thousand Lies'." Robin was silent for a moment, her gaze thoughtful. "Then maybe it's time to write a new book, Stassie," she said, her voice soft. "Maybe it's time to write 'A Thousand Truths'." The prospect of confessing the truth to Eden filled me with dread. How would he perceive me knowing that I had lied? I had lied to him through my words and thoughts, and even lied to myself. The most significant lies were the ones I cloaked myself in, the ones I convinced myself were true.

Thomas studied him for a moment too long. “Well,” he said finally, “visiting can be dangerous here. People come for a weekend and end up staying for a lifetime.” Lena grinned. “Or they stay long enough to unravel everyone’s secrets.” Thomas huffed but began unpacking books. Clara leaned toward Alex. “Tell me something true,” she said softly. He regarded her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. “Are you certain you want truth?” “Yes.” He lowered his voice. “Truth rarely arrives whole. It comes in fragments. A word overheard. A face remembered. A detail that doesn’t fit.”

Fuck. She looked like fire and elegance wrapped in gold. Her dress caught the light with every movement, fluid and commanding. Her hair was pulled back, but a few strands had broken free, curling around her face like they had minds of their own. Her heels clicked against the polished floor, unapologetic and sure. The room went quiet. And then she began. “I didn’t write this book to tell a love story,” she said, voice steady, sure. “Not the kind that ends in roses and rainbows. I wrote it to tell the truth—about trauma, about betrayal, about choosing someone even after the damage.”

Elder Malik , My father in law always told me that the book of many truths has not been opened in a very long time, but if it is opened all will be revealed to whomsoever opens and reads it . By this time the plane has reached an altitude where I can remove my seat belt and just enjoy first class as usual, I actually intend to sleep for the duration of the 11 hours flight to Country V , the land governed by Elder johan who is the king of country V, I had earlier on dropped a message about me going through his country to the Bermuda Triangle , he sent back words saying that his men are waiting to take me close to the border for me to teleport to the rest part of the journey.

Everything he had done in the dark was now exposed to the light of day. "Victoria, I know I've wronged you these past three years. I shouldn't have lied to you, but you have to trust me when I say I've long fallen for you and I love you…" he started, but I cut him off. "You think I would still believe you?" I asked, my voice trembling with contempt. "To be loved by you—it's an insult!" The mechanic's wife handed over the video, an irrefutable piece of evidence. And the transfer records further confirmed the financial exchanges between Zach and Kayla.

"People are saying nice things about my book. They say it is honest and real. It feels weird Julian being known for telling the truth about our lives of making things up." Julian pulled up a chair. Sat down next to her. He looked at the picture on the wall, the one he had kept with him for five years. "The truth is more foundation than a contract, Elena. It is harder to build. It does not fall apart when things get tough."

"The way we went about all of it. The exposure, the testimony, the book." "Not for a single moment," he said immediately, without the pause that qualified hesitation. "Truth is never regretful. It is painful, sometimes. It is costly, sometimes. But it liberates in ways that nothing else can. You know that. You are sitting in the evidence of it right now."