The True Believer Novels & Stories

"Alpha Damian, that advanced Healer's closed-door training is meant for werewolves who have no more ties left in this world. Some have been rejected by their mates, and some have lost their mates permanently. That decade of solitude is the last salvation for their broken souls. "Seraphina… She only managed to get a spot after you rejected her in front of everyone. She did it for you, Damian. She told me you found your soul mate in Vivian. She said this was the only thing she could do for you. To give you true freedom… For you…" No! That was not how it was supposed to be! Damian's face became pale, and cold sweat formed on his forehead. He chose Vivian because he truly believed the silhouette

"All right, Rudra, I'll try. I'll make an effort to comprehend, even if it contradicts what I've been taught." Rudra gave a kind grin. "Abhi, that is all I want for. When someone searches for it sincerely, the truth tends to find them." The atmosphere in the room appeared packed with possibilities as Abhi and Rudra carried on their talk; science and mysticism danced on the border of comprehension, urging Abhi to go beyond his scientific convictions.

"In any war, truth is the first victim. Can you not see that? Could she not see it?" "Can you deny that Tina Davis was murdered because she was testing lies that reinforced the war struggle recovering than the facts would have done?" "I am saying," the Home Secretary said, "that the disparity between truth and lies is immaterial in time of war. True or false? Right or wrong? These questions are inconsequential now. It's all down to allegiance. Are you with us or against us? Surely you of can see that." "And anyone who isn't with you?" "-- is with the guerrillas and must be removed!" said the Home Secretary.

And in doing so— He had exposed himself. But exposure isn’t defeat. It’s just another phase. Because now— He would respond. Not with perception. Not with pressure. But with something else. Something bigger. Something final. And as I stood there, watching the city glow beneath us, one thought settled in with absolute certainty— We had just uncovered the truth. But truth— Is only powerful if it’s believed.

I fell asleep in the arms of the man who had broken through every wall I'd ever built, and for the first time in my life, I didn't want them back. The skeptic had become a true believer. And I couldn't have been happier about my complete surrender.

How wonderful is the situation of a believer. There is good for him in everything and this applies only to a believer. If prosperity comes to him, he expresses gratitude to God and that is good for him; and if adversity befalls him, he endures it patiently and that is better for him. - prophet Muhammad sallallahu alaihi wasallam ( peace be upon him) If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your Salah can't Meerab p.o.v

That protective charm was a gift from Hanson. He never used to believe in any of that. Spirits, blessings, luck. He thought it was all nonsense. But when I was 18, I got sick. In just three days, the hospital told my family eight times that I might not make it. Every doctor they brought in shook their heads. No one knew what to do. Someone told Hanson about a cathedral up in the mountains, saying it was known for miracles. He went overnight and stayed there on his knees, praying for a full day and night.

Bubbles of air choked her throat, keeping the whispers back, letting out only a stutter at best. Monica took the King James Version Bible, raised it up with a hand and nervously gulped down, different panic and guilt thoughts raced through her head but she dismissed them - not totally. "I solemnly state I will tell the truth without hiding or adding anything and I should be punished for false testimonies if I lie." Her voice sounded mechanical, like the voice of a person reciting something written. I implore you to say the truth, just this once!

Unknown P.O.V I sit here inside this room trying to imagine how everything I have worked so hard for has gone wrong. Everything was going so well, my plan was working to perfect fruition! Did I mean to cause the pain that Hunter is going through? No, not in the slightest, however, that is life, sometimes a man has to go through pain to find themselves, to unlock the true nature of the person lurking underneath the facade. I know his true self, he is ruthless, a natural killer. Years of his military experience as a sniper said it all, not this so-called “calm and peaceful” person that he is trying desperately to be.

“These two have been meeting in barns for months. Vivian threw herself at Vince and ruined our relationship.” "Lie!" Perry looked at Kathleen in disbelief. "How dare you call my daughter a liar!" It was Judd Randall who stepped to his daughter's side. He was a retired general of the Calvary, and still carried his body straight and proud despite his permanent injuries. He knew of his daughter’s indiscretion and condition, he had supported her idea to tell Vince. After all the father had a right to know. After this, though, he would not support a forced marriage. There were other ways to go about this. His sharp yes shushed Kathleen.