Book On My Honor Novels & Stories

"Dear Ryan, I hope this letter reaches you because I have something important to say. Right now, I cannot say much in it as I am afraid that I will be tracked. For now, what I can say is that do not trust anyone. Including those who are close to you as you might not know who is the betrayer amongst them. You might think that I am a strange person but beware of my words, sire. The worst is to come and no one will be spared including those whom you love. In this box, is a red book. Keep it safe as It will help you in the future. Make sure you do not give it to anyone. And I mean on one. When the right comes, I will visit you. Until then, be safe. Sincerely, Your, well-wisher. What the fuck was

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"

Maya said. "I'm fine." "You're not fine. You're exhausted. You're terrified. You're carrying a man who's bleeding out." Maya's voice was sharp. "But you're still moving. So keep moving." Elara looked at her, really looked at her. Maya's face was pale, her jaw tight, her eyes focused on the path ahead. She looked like a soldier. She looked like someone who knew what she was doing. But Elara couldn't forget. She couldn't forget the years of lies, the secrets, the betrayal. She couldn't forget that Maya had been using her. She didn't know if she could ever trust her again, but right now, in this moment, she had no choice. She had to trust her. She had to survive.

I didn’t even notice James come in and lay beside me until he snorts, “what’s the point of a spur on his dick?” “Jesus!” I yell as I nearly fling the book away. “When did you get here?” “Like twenty minutes ago,” he tells me. “You were so wrapped up in your p**n you didn’t notice.” “It’s not p**n,” I tell him quickly. “It said cock four times on one page,” he reminds me. “It’s p**n.” He pulls the book from my hands and opens it to a random page and starts reading. “Huh,” he mutters. “Good p**n.” He hands it back to me and smirks, “is it doing anything for you?”

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

He nodded flipping through his own book, “Explorers from before the barrier went up, afterward, and all things in-between.” “You’re lying!” I gasped now afraid to touch such an old historical relic. “Why would I lie?” he huffed still refusing to look up from his book. “But these-” I looked again and pulled a book from the shelf. The binding had just one word on it “Sangriel.” “Something wrong?” He finally looked up, “I figured you’d be interested in seeing them, so just don’t leave this room and I’ll consider this attending to me. Think of it as an apology for last night.”

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."