Book On My Honor Novels & Stories

Watching. The cage might gleam gold — but the wolves circled close. The laughter from her quip still echoed when Valentina reached for the tray. The envelope was crisp, heavy, the kind of paper that whispered money and power. Her crimson nails slid beneath the flap. Inside, a single card. No greeting. No signature. Just four words in a hand she didn’t know but already feared: “Blood remembers its own.” Her breath caught. For a moment, the golden hall blurred. The laughter, the music, the crystal — it all thinned into smoke. She felt his eye again, watching, pressing, claiming.

I sighed, stepped back, and started gathering my books to toss them. But as I picked one up, a photo slipped out—me with that girl from the exam. My face was older, sure, but I was smiling like I still believed in myself. In my hand, another pic—me in my twenties, holding that award like I owned the world. Old me. Young me. Same fire. I set the book down and sat back at the desk. Okay, I didn't pass this time. So what? I'd just try again. What twenty-five-year-old Erica did, seventy-year-old Erica could too.

No negotiation, no reframing, no counter-proposal. I looked at him. “Okay?” I repeated. “Yes.” He held my gaze. “I’ll go.” I picked the book up and turned it over in my hands and looked at the cover and thought about the boy who had failed his business law exam and hidden it from everyone and the man sitting across from me who was slowly, haltingly, learning that hiding things didn’t make them smaller. It just made you carry them alone. “Good,” I said. And for the first time in a long time I meant something by it.

I stayed for two hours, talking to everyone who wanted to talk. On the drive home, Benjamin said, "You were incredible up there." "I was just honest." "Honesty is powerful." The book took six months to write. It was painful, reliving everything with Richard. But it was also healing. "Chapter by chapter, word by word, I am letting go," I told my therapist. "That is the point of telling your story. It loses power over you." The book was titled "Phoenix Rising: Reclaiming Identity After Betrayal."

This was my last hope. “This is my last hope! This fucking study is…” I would have roared, body trembling and palms sweating when my gaze fell on the bookshelf. “Maybe I'll find a book that will help with my madness after this.” I sighed, giving up. I began to rummage through the covers, hoping for a title that would catch my attention. Shawn seemed to read a lot of books on self-growth and improvement. He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer.

The room fell silent, captivated by the book's sudden appearance. "It contains the record of both the good and the evil that each person has done. This book is the ultimate judge of our actions, as it holds the truth of every soul." "The Book of Life will guide us in determining the outcome of this trial," he continued, his gaze piercing as he looked at me. "It will reveal the truth of your actions and help us reach a just verdict."

Popping open the buttons again, I grabbed a random book from the pile and knocked on the door. “Sorry to disturb you, but I seem to have a problem with…” I cast a cursory look at the book I’d grabbed and was appalled to see it was a literature book, “…this book.” He arched his brow. “Time to kill" by John Grisham . I got it because I was told it’s one of the books in this year’s syllabus, even though I wasn’t sure if Literature is one of the subjects you’re interested in. I haven’t read it though, so I might not be of much help.”

Hector spit out angrily as he threw the book on the table that I gave him. I looked down at the book that was suppose to help me on the path of fate but didn't. I reached for it and snatched it up angrily. Even thought I was lucky that they didn't follow it that didn't mean they would blame me for their mistakes. "Did you want me to give out books that told all our secrets? Or would you rather me hope that you realized everything was the opposite so that you could prepare without ever letting the enemy know?" I asked lowly.

I never did anything wrong and I know I’ll go to heaven. I remember I tried to please you and in the process I lost myself. I gave everyone everything I had and now I have nothing left. I have wanted to be dead for so long. I don't really know how I made it as far as this, becase i just think about being dead. I am never happy. Why did so many people lie to me. I wish I never told anyone I am gay. Why the fuck did I do that. Damion started this. I wish he was dead. I trusted him.

With one last sigh, I hear him mumble as if he curses, then proceed. "I'm good at computers, practically an expert since I first experienced my computer at four. It was one of those kid-safety laptops for learning. Getting up, I taught myself coding and hacking, which sometimes led to trouble. Only as I was older, I was careful. Until trouble came back when I hung out with this youngster, Andy Lorenzo."