Book On My Honor Novels & Stories

He dragged his chair a few feet away from me then sat down. I stared at him in confusion. “What is that?” “This?” He echoed, holding the bag up. “Very important material…” My frown deepened. What exactly was this all about? He pulled something out of the bag. A book rather. My eyes widened as soon as they landed on the covers. “Volume one,” he said, placing the book on his lap. “Volume two.” I could practically feel angels crowning me with shame. “Volume three.” Alchemy of shame.

Even I’m surprised by my own insane courage, but I move toward the source of the crash. Stepping past a few shelves, I see a large, heavy book lying on the floor. My eyes are afraid—but my hands reach for it on their own. “A Magical Treatise on Curses and Other Influences on Subjects.” “I’ll be damned,” slips from my lips when I read the title. “I mean… thanks!” I glance around into the emptiness, but there’s no response—which is probably for the best, because otherwise I’d have definitely scared myself half to death.

“It’s for you to find out. What I think doesn’t matter. It’s about your identity; I believe you know better than me.” I couldn’t say more. The possibility of me being a dark witch was scaring me. I didn’t want to be a dark one. I wished I was just an ordinary witch with the power to help people. “Honored Lord,” Hudson called. He came back with a thick book in his hands. “This is the book.” He placed it on the table. I watched the book intensely. The cover was red with Dark Spells lettering in gold. I ran my palm on top of it, feeling the softness of the cover. With trembling hands, I opened the book randomly.

A happy life. . . **** So these were the last three bonus chapters and an EPILOGUE. I hope you liked the story. Thank you so much for reading it and supporting it. The journey was indeed long, right? Thank you again for loving Hazel and Christian. If you want to read their youngest child's story, you can DM me on my I* for the adress. Their youngest child's story name is "that's my girl" but it's not on Goodnovel. It's a free book.

I reply. Mia nods and sits down on the chair. I look inside my bag and pull out a book I found the other day in the food court. Somebody left it there. The title is The Red Badge of Courage. I think it's a classic in American literature? I don't know. It's interesting is all I know.

Farah dragged her to the middle of the room and her mouth widened in awe. "Here." Farah said, throwing a heavy book to Ramona. Ramona caught in just I time before it hit her face. "You might be my Queen but when it comes to teaching you, I'm at the top." "Yes, ma'am." Ramona giggled out as she did a small salute. Farah rolled her eyes and ordered, "Start reading." Ramona flipped open the book and her eyes drooped to show her tiredness. She hadn't slept the last night and now the sight of this big book made her even sleepier. Farah shook her head and then used a freeze spell to increase the coldness in the room.

“In the way I tie my boots. In how I speak to horses. In the way I eat apples — I slice them the way she used to.” The smile returned, lighter now. “That’s lovely.” “I have a book,” I added, surprising myself. “It belonged to my father. Worn leather cover. Pages stained from years of reading it by firelight. Stories about war, yes — but also about honor. About goodness. I used to read them by candle as a boy. They reminded me of what I wanted to be.” She looked at me with quiet interest. “I left it for you. On the sill,” I said, nodding gently toward the palace behind us. “In case you ever… wanted company without conversation.”

Everyone was present. "Let's get start right away," Reyna said. "Please, class president, distribute the books." "Lang!" My friends called me. "Matt!" I told Matt to do that dirty work for me. The title of the book itself was written in capital letters. CROSS-CULTURAL UNDERSTANDING FOR ADVANCED. Then, underneath the title, there was a smaller inscription that reads, 'Trial Edition'. Wait! What? I meant, why! Were they seriously teach us to understand other cultures? Were we guinea pigs? Why used the trial edition? Furthermore, how come the lecturer was still young like she had just passed lecturer certification? Gave me back my Madam Van Damme!

"The Shining. Great choice." "You've read it?" "Read it? I've taught it." I handed her the book, making sure our fingers didn't touch, still giving her space. "I'm a TA for Professor Morrison's Horror Literature class." That was actually true. One of the few real things I'd tell her. "Oh." She clutched the book to her chest like a shield. "I didn't know that." "Why would you?" I gestured to the bench. "Would you... would you let me sit? Just for a minute? I really would like to explain what happened that day. You don't have to forgive me. But I need you to know it wasn't about you."

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,