Winds And Truth Chapters Novels & Stories

As the storm drew nearer, threatening to engulf us in its fury, the looming question remained unanswered, and the shadows of doubt grew deeper. And so, as chapter 21 concluded, our pack stood on the precipice of uncertainty, poised to face the storm, both external and internal. The truth awaited us in the heart of the tempest, where betrayal and loyalty danced a treacherous dance. Little did we know that the true nature of our allies would be put to the ultimate test, and the revelation would shake the very foundation of our cause. The storm was brewing, and within its swirling chaos, the fate of our kind hung in the balance.

“I can’t come, my parents want to talk about my feelings and how I’m dealing with Hailee’s. . .disappearance.” “Dammit, Ty! So I have to do this by myse—” I was interrupted by a heavy gust of wind blowing my hair to my face. Grey clouds sprawled across the sky, billowing in from the east. The air grew heavy and the humidity pressed down, making it suffocating to breathe. The smell of rain was dark and strong. A stillness fell over the street; a low crackle of thunder rolled across the rooftops and the pattering of tiny raindrops began to form. For a moment, everything stops. Even the wind holds its breath. And then, the downpour began.

Gabriella looked up at Christopher and said calmly, "You seem to understand the way he thinks. Speaking of the case, you were there when Daniel was killed, right?" Christopher's gaze flickered, but he quickly composed himself, looking upset as he nodded. "Of course, I was there. I went there with the logistics team that day. I'll never forget what Daniel looked like. If it weren't for Victor betraying Daniel, he never would've died." "Really?" Gabriella's voice remained nonchalant. "I remember that on the day Daniel was killed, the report stated that the shooter was left-handed. Tell me—Victor always shot with his right hand. How could he have produced that kind of ballistic trajectory?"

After I closed my eyes, a car behind me suddenly screeched to a halt. Nathan stepped out, holding an umbrella, and approached me. "Get in." The rain seemed to stop for a moment. I forced my eyes open and saw a pitch-black umbrella above me, and Nathan looking down at me, towering and calm. "No, I'm dirty." After refusing, I took a shaky breath and got to my feet, trying to walk past him. Nathan grabbed my arm and forced me into the car. When he met my calm, distant gaze, he instinctively looked away.

Maybe she should’ve or maybe she shouldn’t. She didn’t get to decide at all… Then, she was blinded by headlights. Everything happened so quickly. She almost went deaf from the horn, before it was followed by pain… Just like that, a flash of white swallowed her world. Then, she knew that it was the end of her life. But as the light faded, somewhere in the rain and ruin of her car, she thought she heard a voice whisper... "Truth or lie, Farrah? Which one will save you now?"

But my legs will not move. My hands lift on their own, trembling, and rest against his forearms, not to push him away. Just to feel something solid. We stand there in the wreckage of everything I built. Every lie stripped bare. Every pretence flayed open. The truth now lies between us, bleeding and unprotected.​

--- Chapter 41: Shattered Facades The rain beat against the penthouse windows, enveloping the city in a pall of grey and depressingness. Isla leaned against the floor-to-ceiling glass window, arms folded, her image warped next to the curving skyline. Christopher's leaving got under her skin—he had gone on impulse, pleading a business crisis, but she wasn't deceived. He was keeping something from her. Again.

Lucine twirled her hair playfully, her voice amused as she said, "Is there a need for me to lie?" The forest was silent, with only the whispering of the leaves brushing against each other as a gentle breeze blew past. Selena tightened her hands into fists, not expecting the truth of Lucine's disappearance 20 years ago to be this inconceivable.

“Not with fire. But with the truth.” The wind carried my words away as sirens began to wail in the distance. I turned away from him and stepped out into the open sky, glad that the past was finally over.

Do you want to destroy her like that just to see if she shows gratitude for what we did for her so you can rejoice in her love? Adam lowered his head, and I continued. She's not going to love you again just because you tell her the truth. She's a different person now; she's been through a lot, and professionally I tell you, Anaís can't handle the truth; it would destroy her. I would never do anything that could hurt her. I put my hand on his shoulder. —I know. So you have to control these worldly emotions you have. Do you want her to love you again? Start from scratch.