Truths Untold Novels & Stories

What if the truth is something I can’t unsee, can’t undo? But deep down, I know one thing: there’s more to this story than I’m being told. And I’m determined to uncover the truth.

“From the truth that I knew. Deep down. That he helped. That I was grateful. That I wanted to be saved. Even while claiming I saved myself.” We drive with no destination. The city passes by. “What do we do?” she asks. “Tomorrow. At mediation. With this. With what we know.” “We tell the truth,” I say. “The complete truth. The uncertainty. The manipulation. The wanting. The need. The things we perform and the things we feel. All of it.” “And if the judge rejects it? If Richard wins?” “Then we lose. Together. Or separately. But with nothing hidden. For the first time. From each other. From ourselves.”

In my nervousness, I exposed my true colors and dropped the act of a demure young lady. Fortunately, Craig was hostile to Cindy as well. I had nothing to worry about at all. … I hadn't expected Craig to slap me at the café. He hissed at me, "Eden, you evil and wretched woman! How could you hire someone to stage an abduction and sully Amy? You don't deserve to call yourself our family. Get lost, now!" I had no idea how Craig found out about the truth. He lambasted me right there. "Craig, I was wrong. I did everything because of you!" I fell onto my knees and begged for mercy, but he left me behind.

Human nature was such that if one directly pointed out a flaw, people would defend the system and claim that they were already trying their best. On the other hand, if one praised something too much, even the smallest mistake would attract self-proclaimed experts who felt the need to point it out. Humans were often caught up in trends, pretending to be more aware than others. … One day before going to the health inspection committee, I'd already anonymously uploaded Jack's diary online. Three days later, I arranged for marketing accounts to promote the "most beautiful love story". Just like that, I mixed in a tale of tragic orthopedic romance among the well-known stories that internet users

But still trembling. “What if he was right?” I asked. “What if I did know? And I just forgot?” Tristan touched my shoulder. His hand was warm. “Then we dig,” he said. “We keep digging. Until the whole truth is out.” But the truth wasn’t just about names or titles. It was about the rot that had bloomed beneath my feet for years. And the worst part? I’d never even noticed.

Slowly, they packed the unfilled grave. The old man held his hands to his back. Stared at the freshly dug soils. All these years, he lived behind the shadows of Nathalia. Hiding from the morbid influence of his kind. It's time to step out of the dark. To tell a story, Lucifer: Untold. *** WASHINGTON D.C. FBI HEADQUARTERS

"I don't care about the pain. I need to know the truth, Freya." "Be careful, Jeri. Some secrets are better left unspoken.” Freya let out. “This secret can't be left unspoken, Freya. We are talking about my mother, whom I haven't seen for years, and you're telling me to let it be? You must be kidding.” Jeri roared, her anger boiling. "Freya, why don't you just tell her the truth and let's know what's next?” Sophia asked, concerned. “You don't understand, Sophia,” Freya said, " well, I would gladly reveal everything to her, but on one condition.”

The odds seemed stacked against her, and the weight of the situation was almost unbearable. Nysaa then noticed another set of documents and a journal that Dr. Ruiz had managed to salvage before her house was demolished. These items were precious to her, a small piece of her past that had survived Mace's ruthless actions. She realized that the journal contained the story of her foster mother's life, the pain she had endured, and the vendetta she held against the Sinclair family, especially Mace.

"You said you were going to my house to drop something off last time I went out, but when I came home, I found one condom missing. My wife refused to admit it and said I remembered wrong. I even started doubting myself. Tell me. Was it you?" Randy knocked the man's hand away, then looked at me viciously. "You want to convict me with one video? I wasn't the one who started it in that video. Your wife was the one who threw herself into my arms. Couldn't you see that? Or are you just too scared to admit that your wife cheated on you? Too scared to admit you lost to me?"

He does not. Instead, he reads it again, and the words open in his chest with a pain that feels too private for publication. The line is good. Worse, it is true. That has always been Julian’s defense. Truth belongs on the page. Truth earns its place. Truth does not apologize for making powerful men uncomfortable. But this truth has Adrian’s breath on it. Julian leans back in his chair and rubs one hand over his face.