A Delicate Truth Book Novels & Stories

Claire brings a huge cake, decorated with dinosaurs and books. "Aunt Claire!" the boys run to hug her. Alex hugs me from behind as we watch the scene. "Happy?" he asks. "At peace," I answer. My new book rests on the table: "Hidden Truths - How Silence Almost Won". In the dedication, a simple message: "For Oliver and Noah, Who taught me that the best stories are those we have the courage to tell. And for Claire and Sarah Bennett, Who showed us the price and value of truth." "SOPHIA HAWTHORNE LEADS BESTSELLERS LIST: 'Hidden Truths' Revolutionizes the Publishing Market"

A complicated emotion flickered across her face. Pride. Sadness. Regret. Love. All tangled together. "The truth." The answer should have felt satisfying. Instead, it made Serena's stomach tighten. Because every person connected to this story described the truth as though it were something dangerous. Something capable of destroying lives. Evelyn seemed to understand what she was thinking. "The truth isn't dangerous." Her gaze drifted toward the window. Toward the dark forest outside. "People are." The room fell silent again. Daniel rubbed a hand across his face.

But the podium in the middle was empty, like the book which stood there was taken. I look over at Colby confused, he only shrugs his shoulders telling me he didn’t have a clue where the other book could be. I take a step closer to the podiums to see what books were left, perhaps that could give us an idea of what the book missing could be called. On the first podium sat a reddish colour book, it was very dusty which tells me no one had picked it up in years to read. I reach over and wipe some of the dust from the cover, this revealing the title. “The Forgotten Truth”.

She countered hitting a sensitive spot. I narrowed my eyes and her expression softened. “I only say the truth, do what you can with it.” She turned on her heel then walked away. I lowered my gaze to the book in my hands. My pulse thudded against the leather cover. It's time to face the truth. I swallowed, lifted the book, and whispered, “Show me the people in the water.” The pages trembled, fluttering as if caught in a breeze only the book could feel. Then it stilled. A single sentence bled across the page in dark red ink:

In this woman's hands, holding a book that had started with one true sentence and become, page by page, the fullest version of the truth I knew how to tell. Still here. Always still here.

"I told you before, you can use those bottles of Rejoice. This one's a gift from a friend—I hadn't even planned on opening it..." "Joyce, are you afraid I might break it...?" Scarlett lowered her eyes, her voice small and muffled. "I know, I'm just a poor girl from the countryside. I've never used anything nice, so I understand if you're worried..." "No, I—" "Ugh, it's just Revista shampoo. What's the big deal?" Lily Becker's voice cut through mine, her words dismissive. "Scarlett, go ahead and use mine—the one in a black bottle."

I asked, my bag slipping from my shoulder to the bench. "I thought we could use a quiet night," he said, descending the stairs with a grace that felt calculated. "Just us. No staff, no phones. I made the lamb you liked from that little place in Provence.” He acted like the night before had been nothing more than a bad dream. He didn't mention the suitcase, the red lace or the arrangement. He was attentive and kind. He pulled out my chair for me. He talked about a new gallery opening in the city. He asked about my day. Every time he smiled, I looked for the monster I had seen in the bedroom, but he was hiding it well. He was attentive, charming, and perfectly domestic. It was a masterclass in

On New Year's Eve, Gwen Hurst and I attended a reunion with our old classmates. After several rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. Gwen was the first to lose and drew Truth. "What was your biggest regret when it came to love?" She answered without hesitation, but her gaze kept drifting toward her first love, Nikolas Stratton, who was sitting nearby. "My greatest regret was not ending up with the person I loved most. Instead, I married my backup and settled for a life of compromise." The room erupted in shock. Everyone thought I would storm out in anger, but I only smiled and gestured for the game to continue. When it was my turn, the question became, "Have you ev

It was such an interesting story! I stood up and search for more and found a book in another aisle. I started reading it until I got pulled in. It was wonderful! "Unknown was the name it called it really became untold. A White Chrysanthemum was torn, that lies the truth inside." "A Savory flower they grow, that interests grow to the hidden. A bud of Tarragon grew, lasting their feelings." "They gave a Daisy to the eccentric saying, I will never tell you.

Her beautiful eyes got puffy from crying and her cute nose red. "It would be a waste of time if I don't finish answering those questions, Tara," I said, extending my hand to get the envelope. "I called the publishing company, and I guess Stella didn't have the time to explain to you what it's for," I lied, studying her reaction. She didn't give me the envelope. I almost grumbled. This woman has full of trust issues.