Truth Or Beard Novels & Stories

he added, “I don’t think so. I would know if it was really him. But he has a beard.” I replied, then everyone looked at me and then at each other. “Is there something wrong with what I said?” “What do you mean he has a beard?” Matteo asked, “He has a beard. I remember that the one mom and dad had a talk with was a man without a beard.” “Ronaldo has no beard.” King Marco said, “I have seen him a few times and I never saw him without it.” I replied,

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

I was doing it to break the awkwardness I felt. "Some people are good at giving advice but fail to apply it to themselves. That doesn't mean they are weak. They are actually the strongest. They are the ones who are more compassionate and kind." Not breaking the awkwardness, I ended our conversation appropriately and thanked him for the last time. He also thanked me for the beer and asked for my name. "I'm Leona, and you are?" "Andrei. Hope I can see you again, Leona," we shook hands. His smile is so inviting that I can't help but smile back.

Jaybie replied. Maxwell's heart skipped a beat when Jaybie noticed! "Can running make your beard curl up?" Jaybie turned to look at Sonnet and asked. Sonnet spread her hands and responded, "I don’t know about this. You have to ask Uncle Johnson." Jaybie turned around to look at Maxwell, his knowledge-seeking gaze making Maxwell feel guilty. Maxwell stroked his fake beard with his hand, coughed, and said, "Uh, it’s probably because some soup got on the beard from dinner and it curled up after I fiddled with it. I'll take a shower and wash it off later. It'll be fine."

“You think that was about control.” “I think it was about perception,” I replied. “And you didn’t think past the moment.” His jaw tightened. “Explain.” I crossed my arms too, mirroring him without meaning to. “Yes,” I said, voice steady even though my pulse wasn’t. “Not because anyone was standing there with popcorn. Because rumors spread.” His eyes narrowed. “You think it’ll become a story.” “It already has,” I said. “By tomorrow it won’t be ‘a woman tried it.’ It’ll be ‘Damien Lockewood had to step in because Tanya couldn’t handle it.’”