A Delicate Truth Book Novels & Stories

I put my head back and tried to think of a way to leave this place. “There is one way, witch.” “Please, just leave me alone. You have caused enough damage already,” I replied, when I heard the door open and I stood up to approach the gates. Draven was walking down the stairs, looking at me as if he was looking at an enemy. “Draven, you have to get me out of here,” I said. “I won’t be getting you out of here, Serena. They warned you not to touch that book, not to touch anything in that room, but you had to go and do it. Your curiosity won,” he said, making me walk away from the gate.

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.

She took a deep breath and released it slowly before closing the app. After a waiter served a cup of tea to her, Delilah began to sit quietly. She was going to read the book "The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas." The legendary book was one of the gifts Daniel gave to Delilah. Now and then, Grey glanced and smiled to see her so drowned reading. He then resumed his work until a television broadcasted a news story at the cafe. ROCKEFELLER PLAZA James walked the red carpet with a blinding camera flash. James came alone without a partner, and it looked normal. What is unusual is when Nicole Schruman came over and posed with James on the red carpet.

Now. Rebecca shook with rage at my words, then looked at me, her eyes brimming with disappointment and loathing. "Daniel, I get it, you don't want to split up, but you don't have to spin such a pathetic lie! "What's your dad to me? This place? It's bankrolled by the top dog himself, and he's betting on my smarts, not on any connection to you or your old man." I let out a derisive laugh.

"Dad, Mom and I bought this for you. Mom loves you so much, so please help her." I took the item from him, and I looked at it to see a red string bracelet with a tiny gold bead on it. But just as my heart began to soften, the bullet comments appeared in front of my eyes again. [I can't watch this anymore. What kind of a present is that? It's obviously just the freebie that came with the gold watch they bought for the male lead. It's just gold-plated silver!] [The supporting male lead is so easy to fool... he'll be touched as long as it comes from his son.]

The dream had never existed because reality was perfect. Reality was fragile. Temporary. Messy. Painful. And yet— Worth loving anyway. Tears gathered in her eyes again. The same realization she had apparently reached long ago. The same realization she had protected through countless cycles. The book suddenly moved. A blank page turned. A pen appeared on the desk. Simple. Silver. Waiting. The message written across the page faded. Then new words appeared. Not in handwriting. In light. THE CHOICE IS YOURS. Silence.

I feel a tingle when he bites my nipple. He lowers his hand and sets his fingers between my legs. He starts rubbing gently, making sure I'm wet for him. I dig my fingers in his hair, moaning breathlessly in his ear. He stops and looks down at me, a little smirk on his lips. He's enjoying this. Seeing me hungry for him. "Truth or Dare, Damien," I whisper. "Dare." He whispers back. "I Dare you to destroy me with every inch of your dìck."

"The doctors said not to overwhelm you—" "Please." I grab his hand, this stranger who loves some version of me that no longer exists. "I need to know if you've ever heard of Marcus Henderson. Or Catherine Lewis. Or a little girl named Truth." His expression shifts to genuine alarm. "Sophie, you're scaring me. Those are characters from your book." "My... book?" Jacob reaches for a tablet on the bedside table, tapping the screen before turning it toward me. I stare in disbelief at the cover displayed: "His Forbidden Truth" by Sophia Winters. My name—or some version of it—attached to a fiction that mirrors my reality.

“Then… all this time… everything I thought I knew about you—about your family—wasn’t true?” Delilah’s lips pressed together as she looked down, her fingers twisting nervously. “It’s… complicated,” she said softly. “I never wanted you to find out this way. There are things you don’t understand yet—things that are dangerous. But the truth… you deserve to know, eventually.”