Truthbetold Stories

"The Forgotten Fire" Sixteen-year-old Sneha Evans enters Crestwood High with one secret: She doesn't belong there. Not the money. Not the family. Not the life everyone thinks she has. Her cousin Sam Evans warns her from day one- "Don't tell anyone we're related." So Sneha stays invisible. Quiet. Careful. Afraid. Until the richest boy in school, Aiden Walker, sits beside her... and refuses to leave. But when a forgotten photo, a burnt bracelet, and a locked room begin to uncover the truth about Sneha's past, she starts remembering the one night she was never meant to survive- The fire that killed her parents. Someone doesn't want her to remember. Someone is watching. Someone wants to finish what they started. And Aiden? He's the one boy who should stay away from her... yet the only one willing to burn the world to keep her safe. In a school full of secrets, in a town full of lies, Sneha must choose- stay quiet, or uncover the truth that could destroy everyone. ---

Juniper has it all, a thriving career as a world renowned cardiac surgeon, a multimillion-dollar beauty empire, and a massive online followers that adore her every move. But beneath the glitz and glamour, her world is far from perfect. When explosive media scandals, unexpected betrayals, and long-buried secrets emerge, the life she's carefully built with her husband, actor Alex, and their daughter, Mirai, begins to unravel. As love, ambition, and duty collide, Juniper must decide how far she's willing to go to protect her family, career, and legacy. A gripping tale of power, sacrifice, and the true meaning of strength.

The fog doesn't just hide the town. It hides the screams. Jonathan was the Captain of his life until the world vanished into a wall of white. After a sudden crash on the outskirts of Shadowridge, he wakes to a nightmare of perfect silence. His wife, Abby, is gone. There are no footprints in the snow, no engine sounds in the distance-only the heavy, rhythmic pulsing of a fog that feels alive. Shadowridge isn't a place you visit; it's a place that swallows you. As Jonathan wanders through the skeletal remains of the town, the mist begins to play tricks. Shapes move in the corner of his eye. A silver watch ticks in an empty room. And a house that shouldn't exist stands waiting for him-a house filled with his own darkest secrets and medical files he never should have seen. In the "White Silence," the truth is more dangerous than the dark. Jonathan is about to learn that the fog isn't there to keep him lost... it's there to keep him from seeing what he's become. One town. One survivor. A thousand lies buried in the mist.

JhoBea fanfiction. She woke up with a new heart, I'm glad she came back to life. She woke up but her heart didn't recognize me anymore. She woke up and loved some else.

Hatake Kakashi uncovers the truth behind his father's death and realises that every victory only feeds an endless cycle of power and war. Choosing to be hated rather than replaced, he rewrites the rules of the world itself. This is the story of the man who ended escalation-and stayed behind to bear the cost.

Mara Ashborne has spent centuries keeping the world at arm's length. The only person she ever lets close is Magnus Bane... fellow warlock, confidant, and the one constant in her long life. But everything changes the moment she crosses paths with Elijah Mikaelson. Drawn to Mystic Falls by a mysterious pull she cannot ignore, Mara steps into a town thick with supernatural tension. The feeling leads her to the old Witch House, where the spirits of the dead whisper secrets long buried... secrets tied to her bloodline, her warlock mark, and the demon father she never knew. As truths rise to the surface and danger closes in, Mara finds herself caught between the life she's always known and the unexpected bond forming with Elijah. For the first time in centuries, someone breaks through her walls... just as the past she's been running from finally comes to light.

Peace was never meant to feel like survival.. When silence was praised, she chose resistance. Some stories do not offer comfort, they ask you to wake up. This is the story of Oishani Koley - a simple girl with quiet dreams. But life has something else planned for her. As she grows, she begins to question patriarchy. She refuses to blindly believe in superstitions. She chooses logic over fear, courage over silence. Yet when life takes an unexpected turn, will she be strong enough to fight it? Since the story is rooted in a Bengali girl's life, there will be some Bengali dialogues, just some.. English translations are added alongside for those dialogues to keep the flow smooth for all readers. Happy Reading!

In the Absence of Answers is a collection written in the quiet spaces between certainty and collapse. These pages are not solutions. They are reflections, maps drawn in the dark, directions taken and regretted, warmth sought and sometimes refused. Each piece walks through doubt, distance, faith, and the fragile act of continuing anyway. If you are looking for clarity, you may not find it here. But you may recognize yourself in the search. S. Darwin

for three hundred years, the dragons have slept- worshipped as gods, remembered only in stone. Azariah was never meant to matter, poor, forgotten, invisible. until the night the earth breathes her name. now hunted by a crown built on lies and bound to a power buried beneath the kingdom itself, Azariah must uncover the truth of her blood- before the sleeping gods awaken. because when dragons rise, thrones fall.

"If we are together, nothing's gonna be hard." Different lives, different stories and different situations but........ Similar step taken together in a different way. Even if the step is taken for doing something good but it also has a lot of risks, do you think these three friends will be able to keep the truth of the most famous and powerful business man infront of the people or will it risk their own lives ? Well...for that..they need to be friends first as Jungkook, the new transferred student has been cold, doesn't want to be friends with anyone but....fate had written something else. Something that wanted the three to be together, fighting till the end....... [This story is just a work of imagination and everything written in this story is totally imaginary, disrespect or hate is not intended at any way so just enjoy the story ahead. All the characters in this story are given names in order to provide you a better imagination] Important note : Editing has been completed ! • Highest Rankings - #3 in surprising

𝐴 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑥𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡... Boboiboy@monsta

part 3 of the Q U O T E S series. hope you enjoy. also check out part 1 and 2. #4 in self-development (08/14/21) start: 07/11/21 end: 08/14/21

These are poems about what a girl truly is. Who she really is on the inside and out.

When the lock down hit Canada, I thought I'd take time to post a poem each day, expecting the "15 days to flatten the curve" to end in, well, 15 days. Silly m e. My aim had been to add something to the social conversation in my little corner of IG (@andrewkooman). To laugh, to yell, to share what I needed to share, but amidst all of the fear and uncertainty, to add some beauty to it too. I loved seeing musicians, local and global, perform concerts and lift spirits in unique ways. So why not do that through writing. 80 days later, I had a compilation of visual poems that captured a sense of life in the pandemic, a collection of thoughts over time . So I thought I'd share that here.

Awards: 3rd place in poetry Shimmer Awards (September 2020) Highest Ranks - #1 -Poem [July 30,2020] #2-Poet [October 4, 2020] #1-Poemcollection(August 5, 2020) #4 Poetry (August 8, 2020) #2-thoughts Cover by @salonisaran

By far the most magnificent mansion on Key Largo was the Windsor-Cromwell Palace, proudly owned by the world-renowned Dr. David Lance Windsor and his equally famous wife, Dr. Juliette Emilia Cromwell-Windsor. On a bright night illuminated by a waxing new moon, in the second week of January, a strange visitor in an ambulance arrived at the grand, secluded mansion. The patient was a very young lady: unconscious, with a low heart rate and a dangerously unsteady pulse. Her once-beautiful skin and hair was badly burned. Her body was bruised and bloody, cut in numerous places by glass shards, the most significant of which was a rather large piece wrapped in bloodied gauze around her leg. The young medical student standing next to the stretcher had a pleading and confused expression on his grave face. When prompted by Dr. Windsor for information pertaining to the patient's history, he remained uncharacteristically tight-lipped. As the Windsors rushed her and the frightened young man into the opulent and fully equipped mansion that doubled as a private hospital ward, one question floated through David's mind: "Why did he bring her here under such suspicious circumstances?" Most importantly, David asked himself "Who is this young lady, and what happened to her?" © 2021 Kitana Petersen All rights reserved.

This is just a book of things I learned or advice I was given about love.

Just the truth ??

-a collection of haikus-

AFRICAN BURDEN by the voice of the soul. They came in ships, cloaked in crosses and crowns, Not to pray with us, but to prey on us. Not to teach us Truth, But to tear it from our Tongues. Chains kissed our wrists like venomous lovers. They ripped our fathers, beat drums out of our mother's breast, and called it Civilization. We bled gold into their coffers. Our diamonds crowned their queens, Our cocoa sweetens their tea, And still they called us Savages. They took our children, not just from wombs But from wisdom - Cut the roots of our languages, burned the libraries in our stories, Then asked why we were silent. In Ghana, in Congo, on plantations from Mississippi to Mauritius, We did not break We bent. Bent under bullets, bent under boots, bent under borders we never Drew, but carry on. They mapped our land, not to understand, But to mine it, divide it, devour it. But listen - Our rivers still run with memory. Our mountains whisper names They tried to erase. Africa is not a wound. She is a warrior. And though her back is burdened, Her spine still sings. We carry Pain, yes. But we carry drums too. Songs still echo in our scars, And our tears water the roots of the generation unbroken.