The True Believer Novels & Stories

"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.

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

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.

“It may feel that way, but they’re not blaming you. They see me as the villain corrupting you.” “You’re not corrupting me.” He looks down at the papers on his desk, lifting one briefly before letting it drop back into place. He drags his knuckles across the wooden surface as though deep in thought. “Do you believe that, too?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. He pauses for a moment before meeting my gaze. “I believe in the Goddess, and I trust she wouldn’t have paired us if it would cause you harm.” “So, is that what you truly believe or just what you tell yourself to believe?”

Chuck said, "Lend me your phone, Steph." He held out a hand, and I gave him my phone. He played the video and showed it to Valerie. Meanwhile, I was dazed. I couldn't remember the last time Chuck had called me by my nickname. After watching the video, Valerie insisted that I'd used artificial intelligence to put it together. I shrugged and asked, "Will you only admit what you've done when I bring the pastor here to give his statement?" I added, "He's been feeling guilty over accepting your bribe, so he chose to tell the truth. He's already been removed from his position."

"No, no, no, we all have our specialties. Actually, I was hoping you could teach me a few things. Would you be willing to come over to my place sometime?" We exchanged a look, both of us sharing an unspoken understanding. "Percy, have you ever heard of a close, private circle that focuses on nurturing women's tractability?" Franklin led me to his house, and we sat in his bedroom as he asked me this question. I couldn't help but smile. He was a literature professor, all right. The way he talked about things made them sound almost glamorous, as if he was presenting the fetish in a much grander way.