A Delicate Truth Book Novels & Stories

Hey readers bare with me this book is getting a much needed overhaul! Major Trigger warning, this book contains graphic descriptions. The main character was raped and harmed by someone of authority. At the beginning of the book she is kidnapped by the same individual. I just want everyone to be aware before digging into this book that it is very intense. Also I want to let you know this book can be read as a stand alone book where you can read Maui Boys then this one they are linked in some ways. Much Love guys! 🤘

“But then, you’ve always had a penchant for the complicated, haven't you?” “I wouldn't say that,” I lied, my voice steady despite the hammering in my chest. “I just prefer the truth, no matter how complicated it is.” “The truth,” she repeated, the word sounding strange on her tongue. She smiled again, a beautiful, perfect smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. “Yes. The truth is a very precious thing, Molly. One must be careful how one handles it. It can be as fragile as glass, or as sharp as a blade.”

It has been about uncovering the humanity buried beneath generations of rewritten history. The chamber falls silent once more. The Origin Book finally responds. A faint silver glow spreads across its cover before a single line appears. "Truth remembered is only the beginning." Before Valerie or Silas can react, a low rumble echoes through the hidden passage. The old chamber begins responding to something deeper beneath the foundation. Whatever remains hidden below has awakened. And for the first time, it was not responding to the Blood Oath. It was responding to the truth.

And the world we are building — imperfect, complicated, genuinely ours — is already, in the ways that matter most, real. I open the book to the dedication page. It reads: For Robert Arthur Vale, who trusted the truth more than he trusted his safety, and was right. And beneath that, in the second line, in the smaller font Gerald's contacts said was perfect for a second dedication: And for Roberta, who gets to begin. I close the book. I look at Lucien. "Ready?" he asks. "Yes," I say. We drive on into the morning.

"Then I'm ready. Show me." The wolf nodded, and the book floated off the shelf, hovering in front of me. "Then read, daughter of the moon. And remember - the truth is often more complex than we wish it to be." I reached out for the book, my hands shaking. It was heavier than she'd thought, heavy as history buckling back in its spine. So I opened it, and everything around me faded away as I began to read. Seconds felt like hours while I consumed the pages of the book.

Come home, Jane! I had the guards pin him down and whispered into his ear, "Andre, did you think you were smart enough to play everyone like a fiddle? "I've known who you were all along. I know you faked your death. I remember how you had me abducted and left me to die in that fire. Now, it's time you paid the price." After listening to my words, Andre finally understood the reason behind my unusual behavior. It was because I knew the truth. I knew all of it.

And when she finally spoke, her steadiness was a bit discomforting. “Jane… sometimes the truth doesn’t break us. It only shows that we’ve been living broken all along, and it gives us the opportunity to shape ourselves into something whole.” I wanted to believe her. I wanted to believe that uncovering the truth about my mother, about HAB, about Nathan, about Julia, about all of it, would give me wholeness instead of dragging me down to my knees. But the fear inside me whispered otherwise. Back to the Present I opened my eyes at my desk and drew in a deep breath.

My dad had mentioned it once, calling it the Apocrypha of the Veiled. As I flipped again, I noticed something written with something that looked like charcoal. “The Hidden Truth,” I whispered. I opened it, my eyes skimming the jagged, handwritten script. My breath hitched. Unlike the other books, which described the Masquerades as hunters, this author described them as Sentinels. I was already in the middle, and as I turned a page, my heart did a slow, heavy thud against my ribs. My eyes widened as I read the final line of the chapter. My vision blurred for a second as the weight of the words crashed into me like a physical blow.

Same calculated elegance wrapped in black silk and expensive heels. “Damien Lockewood,” she said lightly. “Still pretending sleep is optional?” “Still pretending coincidence exists?” I replied. She smiled wider. “I heard you were in London. Thought I’d say hello.” Victoria didn’t say hello. She reappeared. We’d had an arrangement once. Clean. Predictable. Mutually beneficial. No illusions on either side. She’d known what I wanted—and more importantly—what I didn’t. I finished my drink. “How have you been?”

He does not. Instead, he reads it again, and the words open in his chest with a pain that feels too private for publication. The line is good. Worse, it is true. That has always been Julian’s defense. Truth belongs on the page. Truth earns its place. Truth does not apologize for making powerful men uncomfortable. But this truth has Adrian’s breath on it. Julian leans back in his chair and rubs one hand over his face.