What Rhymes With Facts

I was nineteen the first time Cole Whitfield broke me. Not with cruelty. With a single word. Why. Not did you — why. Like the answer was already settled and he just wanted the story to make sense. I told him the truth anyway. He said nothing that mattered. So I picked up my bag, walked out of his apartment, and decided that a man who trusted a rumor over two years of me wasn’t worth a correction. I spent the next two years becoming someone I actually liked. New city. Graduate program. A published paper with my name on it. I was done with Cole Whitfield in every way a person can be done. Then I walked into Seminar Room 114 and he was sitting right there, gray eyes already on the door, like some part of him knew. I sat down. I opened my notebook. I did not look up. Here’s the thing about studying how people form beliefs: you understand exactly why he believed it. That doesn’t mean you forgive it. That doesn’t mean two years of silence disappear because he’s learned how to look at you like he’s sorry. He wants a conversation. I want my degree. But the campus is small, the seminar table is round, and the boy who broke my heart at nineteen is doing everything right at twenty-one — and I’m starting to understand that composed isn’t the same thing as healed. I hate that I still know the exact sound of his voice.

Flora's existence is barred into solely pleasing her husband, the hard-hearted CEO Damien Vance, who mistreats her as his maid and is only manipulating her for his own unlawful, hidden purpose. Little does Flora know that her entire presence in his life is nothing more but strings upon strings of endless manipulations orchestrated by malicious, selfish individuals. But when her high school Infatuation surfaces out of the shadows, seemingly more powerful and wealthier than her husband with a promise to take her away from her life of trouble and suffering, her life will never remain the same and she is thrown into an experience that utters the course of her life forever and reveals to her shocking secrets she never expected were going on right under her nose. THIS NOVEL IS DIVIDED INTO THREE PARTS PART 1: TANGLED TRUTHS: MAIN STORY: The Billionaire's Secret Betrayal PART 2: TANGLED TRUTHS: A Billionaire's Revenge PART 3: TANGLED TRUTHS: The Final Reckoning

What happens when your life is just a lie? What happens when you finally find out that none of what you believe to be real is real? What if you met someone who made you question everything? And what happens when your life is nothing but a fiction carved by Mr. Fiction himself? "The truth is rarely pure and never simple." — Oscar Wilde. Disclaimer: this story touches on depression, losing someone, and facing reality instead of taking the easy way out. ( ( ( part of TBNB Series, this is the story of Clarabelle Summers's writers ))

Tristan Zayden Zachadry was reincarnated to the most dangerous world and was named Zaykee, but how will he survive or do his goal to come back if he no longer had his gifted talent in kung fu? Can a weakling expose the government? And many hidden secrets in that world? “Truth is the ultimate power. When the truth comes around, all the lies have to run and hide” – Ice Cube

Clara I was once told;every season has a reason , nothing lasts forever ,the sun always follows the rain, and if things don't work out the way you want them to... They will work out the way the universe intended . If what I just said was true; why the hell am I in pain every time I go to sleep? Not physically though but emotionally. I try to forget the day I fought with Brent but I can't... The day burns at the back of my memory . Hell maybe I should just take him back and tell him ;let's give it another try .There has to be a perfect reasonable explanation for what we are going through... We can try again. KC MMUOE

I was in the office bathroom stall when I heard them trash-talking me. The intern I'd trained for three months whined, "She's a heartless witch—like a robot with zero brain cells." I was about to swing the door open when another voice jumped in, laughing. "Documents incomplete." "Receipts don't match." "No signature? Denied." "Seriously, we've all memorized the freaking rulebot's script!" Once they were gone, I headed back to my desk. The intern stormed in and slammed a fat stack of reimbursement forms in front of me. "Don't go on another power trip and block everyone's claims." I skimmed the obviously fake receipts. Normally, I'd tear into her. But this time, I just smiled. "My head's killing me. Can't read the fine print."