Tyson: Undisputed Truth Book Novels & Stories

He interrupted and made me swallow the rest of my words. So that’s how he wanted to go with this now? Expose me first, prove that I was untrustworthy, and then disclose the truth about Tyson. “ You won’t be able to scare me into silence again. ” I mumbled, finding the weight of all stares on me too heavy. “ I should have told everyone the truth when I found out how you lied about— ” “ What is it that you want, Alpha Kingsley? ” Tyson rose to his full height and covered half my body from the eyes of people.

a the girl spoke slowly she had no smile on her face. Tyson doesn't understand ,this is going the wrong way!! what Happened to the fights...the killings...why are they inviting him instead.

The last color of our rainbows, the missing piece of our songs, the one who'll complete our untold stories. This is not just the right time... "Mr. Timothy Kim, what can you say about this issue that you're drinking alcohol that night?" the conference hall went silent and they just waited Timothy's answer, like they're craving for it. "No, I'm not. Those are just rumors. I went to that convenience store to buy some of my favorite drinks. I just want to make it clear everything. Not all you see is the truth, and not all the words you hear about me, about the Metamorphosis are real. To all our fans out there... please, believe in us." He said in front of the media and reporters.

Sean immediately stood up for Ethan, saying, "Mom, don't we both like Uncle Ethan? Why are you saying that?!" The bullet comments appeared again. [Why is the son so stupid? If he says that, the supporting male lead is going to figure out the relationship between the female lead and the male lead.] [He's only five. What does he know? He's just telling the truth.] [Has anyone else noticed something is off? When I watched this earlier, the supporting male lead never asked for a divorce. He just handed over the whole one million dollars to her.] [I noticed that too! Let's see what the supporting male lead is going to do next!]

Their jaws dropped also with their eyes enlarged. "Ceiser?" "General Tyrone?" "W-What is happening? Are you a traitor, General Tyrone?!" Zaykee yelled with furrowed brows. "Yeah, I am a traitor," General Tyrone answered easily as if he was just sharing his name. "But why!?" Zaykee shouted with his veins popping in his left temple. "It is none of your business," He replied. "So, you know about the foods?" Astrid asked while maintaining her temper.

she commented genuinely as she looked around again. “Oh, thank you.” The man placed his hand to his chest in heartfelt gratitude, then he gave her a brief scrutinizing look, and turned sideways. She heard the sound of an opening drawer, and then he gently slapped a leather bound book on the table. “This is the end of your mission.” Myra raised her eyebrows, “What?” The man gently pushed the book on the desk towards her, and took his hand off. She reached for it, and as she opened it, he said, “Tyson Shaw asked you to find answers. He had a preconception and was banking on a particular outcome, but still, even he would be unable to turn away irrefutable evidence.”

I loved this show of lies. “Dearest Tyson,” He began, his voice faltering for effect. “Every day I fall into this void of uncertainty and despite your love for me, there is this voice that keeps creeping on me in the night, telling me that I might die soon. I don’t want to die without creating the life that we have both envisioned”

Tyson paused, his eyes shifting to mine. “You live a vibrant life.” He looked at me, his voice flat as ever, but there was some weight to his words. Live a vibrant life? I was dumbfounded. Where did the assessment come from? Was it because I showed up with sacks? Maybe it came from my choice of ordering stew. Paying no mind to my confusion, Tyson fixed his gaze on the Winston Cluster Heart in the display stand. “This.” He stopped for a beat as if delivering a final judgment, then looked back at me with an air that the matter was no longer up for discussion.

Not the public rooms where politics live. This is the quiet part. The part where alphas go when they don’t want to be seen. He stops outside a door. Not his. Mine. Tyson finally looks at me. His eyes are gold in the torchlight, but not the warm gold of sunlight. The gold of a blade. Sharp, patient, and dangerous. “You should rest,” he says. His voice is low. Controlled. The way men speak when they’re holding back a storm. Rest. Right. As if I can rest after Aiden rips opened the truth and laid it bare in front of me. As if I can sleep knowing Tyson heard every word.

"So he was planning to steal Kieran's score, but didn't expect Kieran to use red ink?" "Wait, that actually tracks. If Kieran used a No. 2 pencil, Tyson would've basically gotten a free win. Didn't the proctor say his answers were basically all correct?" "How did he even do it?" With everyone staring at me, I smiled. "Because Tyson has a system." The entire place froze. Compared to the people here, the livestream chat took it way better. [A system? Like in novels?] [No way… That's actually real? And it ended up on a villain?]