You Will Never Reach The Truth Novels & Stories

No buts, just do what I say," she interrupted. She kissed my forehead and left me alone in Derek's room. I shook my head in frustration, No. I couldn't let this go. I was so close to figuring out what Hailee and Derek were hiding, and I wasn't going stop now, today was a fail, but like I said before, Failure is not in my vocabulary. A few weeks had gone by, and I couldn't think of a plan to find out the truth between Derek and Hailee. Crumpled up notes were on my floor scattered, ideas that wouldn't come to fruition. I laid on my carpet floor, staring up at the ceiling. Was I making a mistake? Derek wouldn't speak to me after our argument, and I felt guilty. I wanted us to be okay again, but

******************************* Anyone can wake up a sleeping person but no one can wake up the person who is pretending to be asleep. One can know the truth if he or she wants to accept it. No one can make the truth believable if the person doesn't want to believe it. *************************

“It’s the truth. You ever feel like you know someone, only to be totally wrong?” XXX

"In a world where rumors spread faster than facts, it's easy to cast judgment. But remember, no one truly knows the whole story until they've heard the truth. Every accusation, every headline, every whisper can leave scars—on reputations, on lives." She paused for a moment, letting her words resonate. "So, I urge everyone—before you throw stones, before you pass judgment—take the time to seek the truth. It’s not just about fairness; it’s about humanity. We owe it to ourselves and to each other to question, to investigate, and to listen." The room fell silent, her words sinking in like ripples in a still pond. Nova straightened, her expression unwavering as she concluded. "Because at the end

“Then… how can I know what’s real? How do I know you’re telling me the truth now?” Her hands trembled—not with weakness, but with controlled fury. “Because sometimes the truth isn’t clean. Sometimes it’s ugly, and it hurts, and it makes people doubt the ones they love the most. Maybe… maybe you’re ready for the ugly truth, maybe you’re not. But stop pretending everything is black and white!”

“Oh really now. Are we still being realistic here?” “You’re blinded.” Soyet shook his head. “You cannot see the true nature of what you have faced. I doubt you’d be able to truly unravel the reality of the future you wanted to see. No. The truth is, you deserve not to stand on the preface of your dreams considering that your mind only perceives the thing by which that to your head has already been established.”

♠ 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒊 𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚.

That is something darker, something that does not care about consequences. Still, no matter how long it takes, the truth will be revealed. It always finds its way out. No matter how deeply it is buried, no matter how carefully it is hidden, it will surface one day. That belief is the only thing keeping me steady, the only thing giving meaning to everything I am doing.

The truth doesn’t shift just because people do. I close my eyes and rub my hands over my face. I told her I knew. That part was true. What I didn’t say—what I haven’t said to anyone—is that belief and certainty are not the same thing. And right now, certainty feels like a luxury I can’t afford. I lean back in my chair, the leather creaking softly, and let my head hit the backrest. She didn’t do this.

I'm done being powerless. Even if the truth destroys everything.