Book On My Honor Novels & Stories

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.

I let out a relieved sigh and as I was going to go back in, I noticed something was on the ground. It was a really big book titled "Top Colleges and Universities in the USA". I remembered Blake said it once, that he was going to show this book to me and help me find the colleges that I might be interested in. I picked up the book and noted how heavy it was. There must be at least a thousand pages in there. I opened the first page, and there was a post-it note stuck on it: "I've highlighted all the places that I thought you might like. Hope that might help you with your search. —B"

He asked desperately, he didn’t hear anything from the school authorities because they had covered up the incident to protect the school image and also to protect Lucille. “I will…” I answered immediately, “But you have to promise that no matter what happens, you will continue to help me, even if you don’t trust me.” He paused slightly, “Did this happen because of something you did?” and I fell silent, he wasn’t entirely wrong. “It was my fault,” I confessed lowering my gaze to the table. “I underestimated him.” “Who?” “Listen to what I am about to tell you carefully, Nathan.” I started pressing my hands together. “The reason why I asked you to bring me that book, wasn’t because I was curiou

Not like I was reviewing the book. Dang! I feel so embarrassed right now. But, I'm not mad. I promise you. but for now, Let's move to our next book.... WINNING WALKER. Thanks for all you do. But yeah, The Boynextdoor Is over. Like my counter people would say... DONE AND DUSTED.

He noticed her being quiet. "I'm good," Cela replied. "My biggest inspiration for doing this and will always be one of my heroes is the late Mrs. Celia Serrano. I would like to honor her through her children who I am delighted and honored to see this afternoon after a very long time. Thank you, Rolan and Cela for gracing this ceremony. Before heading here, I saw the ever reliable Mr. Bro who still have the same energy doing his job. I reminded him of what he told me years ago that one day, we would all meet here again and he's right," Lora said towards the end of her speech.

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.

I said, bowing my head respectfully. "Ethan," Alpha Romulo replied, his voice low and gruff. "You always were a loyal member of our pack. And losing you would be the last thing I want to happen. What was it about earlier?" I took a deep breath, my mind racing as I tried to figure out how to broach the subject. "I...I discovered something," I began hesitantly. "Something that I think might be important." Then I pulled the old book out of my satchel and handed it over to the alpha. As far as my feeble brain knows, it was the last mysterious book that did not disappear after reading the rest of them.

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

I could feel that she's trying to catch me if I'm not telling the truth to them. "It's in my bag," I said. "The book I borrowed is in my bag.'' They both exchanged looks. "Can we see that book you borrowed at the library?" she said. I breathe in deeply. "Why do you want to see that book, huh? Is that important to show you the book I borrowed? It's just a book and you shouldn't see it," I said. They both nodded at me. Our professor has arrived so we became silent inside the classroom. I breathed deeply again and whispered, "Thank God for saving me today. They didn't see that there's no book I borrowed at the library."