Book On My Honor Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention Baba, I truly am. Please can you teach me about Morpheus?” I hoped my apology and pleading would work as it usually did without fail. My father clearly couldn’t pass up an opportunity to lecture me on his favourite topics so he set down his red pen and grabbed a thick, leather bound book from the bookshelf, placing it down on his desk with a resounding thud. The spine of the book crackled as he flipped through the pages, his fingers finally coming to rest on a page entitled “The Oneroi”.

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All he needed do was take care of Harold which his mother was on to already. A smile of satisfaction spread across his face and pride swelled in his heart. Step after step, he got closer to the buildings and he still had about an hour and a half before he was late for curfew. He was still walking when he bumped into someone so hard that he lost his balance and fell to the ground. He stood up filled with anger immediately. An alpha was to never be on the ground. “I'm very, very sorry,” the person who had bumped into him said when he was up on his feet, but Wilkes was having none of that. He had been disgraced by falling to the ground. His ego had been hurt.

The black turtle neck shirt she adorned somehow emphasized her slender neck. "You did? When?" T'mara asked, evidently more interested in the conversation than she was letting on. Very slight surprise flitted across her face, and her already large smile became even wider. "You spent some time with my nephew, hmm?" I glanced away the question, ears stinging until I caught sight of the red book in her hands, and used that as a way to turn it into a topic. "Honour had that book, I’m guessing it’s exclusive to the councilmen."

A group of classic looking girls bumped into me and all my books fell to the floor. I expected them to at least help me with them, instead, they all stepped on my hard-earned books mocking me as they walked. Gosh!! This is so embarrassing. Where is Harmony when I need her? I picked up my books and put them in my backpack. Shoulda done this before…... A paper fell out and I glanced at it, it was my scholarship letter and stuffs. I thought I left this at home. A yellow sheet was stapled to it. Didn’t see this before.

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On the day I got married, my father-in-law personally fastened an obsidian bead bracelet around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Moses, from today on, you're one of the family. I'll treat you like my own." I had grown up in an orphanage and had never truly had a family of my own. Because of those words alone, I willingly married into the Zeigler family and wore that bracelet for six straight years. Even after it rubbed my wrist raw—leaving it swollen, ulcerated, and oozing with pus—I still could not bear to take it off. Everything changed the day I stopped by my childhood friend's antique and jewelry appraisal studio for a small get-together. The moment he saw my wrist, he turned grim

"Oh, hey. Ms. Rodriguez assigned our new book for social studies. We're doing a unit on redemption and criminal justice." My stomach tightened. "What book?" "Some memoir by a guy who went to prison. 'The Monster I Was.' Have you heard of it?" Nova dropped the spatula. Elena looked up. "What? Is it bad or something?" I moved to look at her phone screen. There it was. The book cover with Darren's face—older, gentle, reformed. The face of a man who'd found peace. The face of the man who'd shot me. "Elena," I said carefully. "Who's the author?"

I felt a slight tug to my left, and headed over to the bookshelves in that direction. I did not make it far before I saw a book laying out on a small table, as if it had been placed there especially for me. The leather cover was blank, without a title in sight, but when I opened the book, there was a small dedication on the first page: IN HONOR OF THE GREATEST LOVE THE KINGDOMS HAVE EVER KNOWN Curious, I turned the page. What I saw there nearly made me drop the book in fright. A collection of discoveries by Mila Benson, the 67th Queen of Fresonia

Jordan said still whispering in her ear and she nodded her head slightly even though she was shy. "Today we will be launching a new piece, you are to study every page of this book as it will used for every assessment this academic year. It is called the book of Enoch it can only be opened by an Oscar because it was locked with the blood of Seth Oscar the former Alpha of the blood moon pack and today his grandson, Jordan Oscar will do us the honor of opening it" "Mr Oscar! Mr Oscar!!!" Mama Wendy said and the whole school turned back to see his head inclined into Tasha neck.