A Delicate Truth Book Novels & Stories

“You told me lie after lie. I’m not sure what I can believe anymore.” My father pointed at me and scolded me, “Elena, don’t cross the line. Aaron is telling the truth! Do you know why we would lie to you? It’s because you’re closed-minded and selfish. We only lied because we’re afraid of you harming Kaitlyn.” Instead of being angered, I laughed. “Kaitlyn isn’t married. Who’s the father of the child?” Aaron and Kaitlyn silently exchanged a gaze. Kaitlyn said, “The father of my child is a mysterious, powerful figure. We have to keep it a secret.”

I quickly dialed Derek's number, my heart racing with excitement and anticipation. As soon as he answered, I blurted out everything I had discovered. "Derek, it's Kaye," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "I know it's her. She's been using fake accounts to attack me and my book. I'm sure of it." Derek listened attentively, his silence a testament to his focus. When I finished, he spoke up, his voice calm and measured.

I gently laid Emma on the damp, filthy mattress and peered through the window. A ribbon drifted to the ground. Outside, the garden buzzed with guests celebrating Lucas's successful surgery, unaware of our confinement in the basement. "Mr. Quinn, it's Miss Emma's birthday today. Didn't you promise to spend it with her?" reminded the butler. George snorted, "A fortune-teller said Emma's existence cursed Lucas, causing his leukemia. He and Lily have been struggling for years, making him weak. Don't ruin a good day with bad talk. I'm kind enough not to kick her out. She's got food and shelter, isn't that plenty?"

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." Valerie suddenly smiled eerily. "It's all he deserves for being so easily swayed by money. It was almost as if he'd never seen it before! He could barely take his eyes off it when I took it from my pocket."

Thomas studied him for a moment too long. “Well,” he said finally, “visiting can be dangerous here. People come for a weekend and end up staying for a lifetime.” Lena grinned. “Or they stay long enough to unravel everyone’s secrets.” Thomas huffed but began unpacking books. Clara leaned toward Alex. “Tell me something true,” she said softly. He regarded her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. “Are you certain you want truth?” “Yes.” He lowered his voice. “Truth rarely arrives whole. It comes in fragments. A word overheard. A face remembered. A detail that doesn’t fit.”

John would be furious. Vivian was Perry and Julie Macabe's oldest daughter, she had her mother's eyes of honey and her father's dark hair and olive skin. Even at the young age of seventeen, she had womanly curves. Vivian was not held captive by the social expectations of her day, much to her family's chagrin. Vince was not her first lover; her former lover had been Vince's best friend, Devon Parish. When Devon had started seeing another young girl from town named Jessica, Vince had merely to fix her with his dazzling hazel eyes and she was his.

It's called: Sweet treachery. by Penaciousshewa. And help leave a review on her book. Thanks a lot! Author note

“But some things require… discretion Trust me when I say the discrepancy is intentional. Strategic.” “Strategic…” I repeated, tasting the word. It felt like ashes. “Yes.” He crossed back to the table, stopping close enough that I could smell his cologne. It was woodsy, expensive and familiar in a way that made my chest ache.n”You trust me, don't you, Deborah?” It wasn't a question. It was a test. I am genuinely concerned. “Of course,” is what my ears heard myself say. His smile returned. It was warm and dangerous. “Good, because I'd hate for something like numbers to come between us.” He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

What other response could she give to a face like that? “Here’s the world book! Let me know if you need anything else!” A thick book appeared in front of them. The cream hardcover shone like the surface of a pearl. The letters and edges appeared as though they were lined with gold foil. It was the most exquisite book she had ever laid eyes on, much less touch. What story could it possibly contain? 'My True Soulmate.’

Hidden Truth Fifty: Third Person’s POV Corbin shakes her head no, at her daddy’s words. “I’m no one special daddy.” She says feeling it deep in her tummy that is the truth. She has never felt special or even pretty enough to even have a crush on someone like Elijah. It is a miracle to her that she is even his Fated Mate. Dell takes his daughter’s hands into his around the big leather book that is still sitting in the middle of the table. “Oh, honey….” He says looking worriedly at his youngest daughter. Seeing the pain in her face as she looks down at their clasp hands.