Truth Or Beard Novels & Stories

This time, he frowns like he's trying to understand what I just said, "You're pretty, I like it, what's the big deal?" "No big deal. It's good that you like me. I just... I used to look better," he murmurs and now it's my time to be completely confused. I almost don't believe he could look any better than this, "More manly. I had a beard I was very proud of. I grew it for almost ten years.” Wow. Thank god it’s not here anymore.

My tongue is twisted. “Hey what’s wrong?” he worriedly asked, His hands on my exposed shoulders. “N-nothing. Beard looks good.” Why did I say that? I want to punch myself and hide under my bed. “Oh you like the beard, I was supposed to shave it but luckily I kept it.” he smirks and leans closer to me. “I didn’t know you prefer men with beards, I will never shave it again.” he whispered, purposely brushing his beard to my ear.

It was all Leigh could do to keep from drooling. “Sorry I took so long," he apologized. "You know, I used to like beards when I was younger, at about age twelve, thirteen. Then I hit sixteen, and started growing hairs under my chin. At first I was happy, I was finally growing into a manhood. Then at night my beard would itch so bad I would almost scratch my chin off. I decided months later that I didn’t care for a beard and would not let a hair grow on my chin ever since."

I might not be as young and dashing as the Master, but I'm definitely better than a brute like you! "You know nothing of the sort! My beard is trimmed to mimic Guan Yu! They don't call him 'the Peerless Beard' for nothing!" "Peerless Beard?! That description might fit Guan Yu's long lush beard, but not you! Look at yours! A ball of straw! One might think that's pubic hair growing at the wrong place!" retorted Yu Cheng with venom. "WHAT?!" Angered beyond wits, Lei Bao hurled the water he was just using to wipe some tables and drenched Yu Cheng like a soaked cat.

Who must have done it, as far as I know Theo doesn't let anyone touch his beard except for me and his mother. I'm the one who's been maintaining his beard since he started growing it. Whoever did it, did a good job as it gave more shape to his face. His bronze skin was shining, did he apply some oil to make it gleam or was it his natural shine? my eyes further travel all over his hard muscles trailing down to the beautifully carved V. His trainings had finally paid off. He was talking to one of the pack members. His hands were moving animatedly, making the muscles on his arms flex.

He just don't want to admit at that he messed up on this. "Trust this only thing left after you removed all the impossible. Then this thing must be the final product of what you've processed. Do not think for the other possibility.for the truth must be accepted, even if it breaks your emotions down," the chairman said. "That's my advice for you, dear future detectives." He was already giving advice. I must say he have hit some parts in my emotions. The truth was sweet for some, but sometimes it tastes bitter for someone who have suffered.

“So the rules are real. We can’t just lie?” “I’m not sure… But certain things must not be lied about.” Shane said. “And they’re watching.” Farrah glanced around the train car. The others were silent, but alert. The woman with the rosary kept muttering prayers under her breath. The boy in the hoodie was still rocking slightly, eyes darting between the windows and the emblem glowing faintly on his wrist. ‘No wonder they’re silent… They don’t want to get caught in a lie or something.’ It finally made sense.

Then a young handsome guy of not more than 24 years and an exact look alike of Adon, walked in with a lady beside him. “Niklause”? Adon called the guy in shock and somewhat excitement. “What on earth are you doing in Vegas”?. “In other words I should leave right”? “No kiddo, come here”. The guy whose name was Niklause walked over to Adon and they both hugged each other tightly. “Is this your girlfriend”? “Yes she’s his girlfriend”. Mrs. Grace replied happily. Shirley scoffed lowly. As if he heard something, Adon turned in her direction.” What was that”?

He was seated at the center there and there fixing his hair as he leans back on his chair. "Miss Kenba is this really your real name?" What? Am l caught red-handed or they are just testing me. There is no way that they know who l am. "That Nagara bastard could not keep the dog on the leash." I hear Shiba talking. Shoot. They know him. It was fast as the Anata guy moved as fast as lighting pinning me to the wall. "You thought we were stupid hah...." he spat as he got uncomfortably close to me. Opening his eyes so wide that a fly would fit in.

It was rinse and repeat. It took him a few days to realise why he was doing all of this. He felt utterly alone and he was going through great effort to ensure he was alone. In all honesty, he was a sight for sore eyes, his overgrown hair was sticking out at odd angles from running his fingers through it repeatedly. A recent picture of him had leaked to the media and the female population and population of gay men were torn between his former clean look and his current look where he was spotting an overgrown beard. The younger population voted for his clean look, the older ones were of the opinion that the overgrown beard gave him a more manly look and it was more enticing. He knew because th