Truths Untold Novels & Stories

Jocelyn wiped her tears and pulled Sean tightly into her arms. I recorded the entire livestream. Only now did I realize how influential money really was. It could make someone who once cared more about her pride than survival go online and cry for sympathy.

“I will uncover the truth, no matter the discomfort it causes.” She trembled. “I feel trapped between loyalty, fear, and desire. I don’t know how to fix it.” Abby’s jaw tightened. “Trapped? You chose deception over honesty. That choice ends now. Confrontation is unavoidable.” Jake, leaning against the doorway, smirked. “Not all truths need exposure. Some secrets are better left hidden.” Abby’s tone was unwavering. “Some lies demand exposure. Time’s up, Jake.” Sandra’s Emergence

"But even if it doesn't, even if the reaction is mostly negative, at least we'll have told our truth. At least we won't be hiding anymore." By the time she leaves on the second evening, I'm exhausted in a way that goes beyond physical tiredness. My throat is raw from talking and my emotions feel scraped clean, but I'm also lighter. We've told our truth. Not the partial truth of careful omissions, but the whole truth, messy and complicated and human. "Whatever happens now," Damon says quietly, "at least it's our story. Told in our words." "The rest is out of our hands," Mike adds.

And above all… do your best to speak only truth, or the Game will know. Lies are the currency of the damned. ] Farrah took a deep breath as she carefully read the rules. This was her lifeline after all. She had basically just died from the car accident, and she didn’t want to die again. If there was a chance of survival, she might as well cling to it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. This simply felt too unreal. “This is insane…” she whispered. “It’s a nightmare. It has to be.”

The burning photographs extinguish, plunging us into darkness again except for the eerie glow now emanating from Truth's skin. "Detective Rodriguez," Truth says, voice lilting with amusement, "always so procedural. So by-the-book. Even when the book has been rewritten." Rodriguez stiffens. "How do you know my name?" "I know everything about all of you," Truth continues. "Victoria's jealousy. James's greed. Marcus's guilt. Catherine's secrets." Those uncanny eyes shift to me. "And Sophia's... special genetic makeup." My blood freezes in my veins. "What are you talking about?"

Bullsh*t I know she know something. " Tell me everything now!" She just looked at me and took out her phone then did something that I don't know. "Let's go home" I didn't listened to her instead I looked at her because I want to know the truth, why this is happening, who are those people and what is their purpose? "I'm not yet ready to tell you the story but I assure you that I will, not now though."She didn't even gave a glance at me. I have no choice but to drive when I saw a group of people riding a motorcycle.

"How can you be sure that she is okay? How did you know that she can handle it? Everything you've said were all lies. Explain properly. The truth... I don't care whether it's confidential or not. Explain it." The hunters, the people from the Monitoring Department, Mr. Ambrose, and President Carlton were all silent for a minute. The Organization President closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again and he sighed. He knew that he had no choice, but to tell them the truth, especially when Hunter Max was in this state. President Carlton knew that things would be bad if he continued to lie, he saw Hunter Max in this state in the past. It was when he lost the woman he loved.

There was something captivating about him. One too many drinks later, I woke up to find everything spiraling out of control. My parents had leaped to their deaths. Debt collectors were banging on our door. Fred's desperate call came in. "Veronica, come home. Mom and Dad are gone." That same day, Dean and I were ambushed by reporters. The media was quick to paint him as a man with a scandalous personal life. To protect his company's upcoming stock launching, Dean lied, claiming we'd been in a long-term relationship.

I pause for a moment, momentarily forgetting my manners, before finally accepting her gesture. After exchanging pleasantries, we settle down and order coffee for the group. Taking a deep breath, I begin expressing my gratitude for her willingness to meet with me, acknowledging the difficulty of the circumstances. Secondly, I offer a sincere apology for the pain my father inflicted on her, recognizing that she, along with the other girls he harmed, did not deserve any of it. Lastly, I commend her for her strength in bringing him to justice. I disclose that his sickness originated with me when I was fifteen, but as soon as I confided in my mother, we left, never seeing him again. I assured her

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