Half Truth Book Novels & Stories

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That way, they will be safe. Their house is located in the middle of the pine forest, made of Stone and like a Rapunzel tower which only different because it has doors and its way wider and extravagantly beautiful. In the huge living room, there’s no other furniture except for the big cabinet, cushions and center table, and the floor is made of a nude tiles. Xoyo, a black-haired, almond -eyed, and dove lips ,21 years old young lady sat in the big sofa while spending her time reading an old comic book.

she glanced at the tv,“... am I right, Hendricks?” “Of course.” He replies.I shifted my gaze to the tv and, I could see Jake. He was being interviewed about the death of Miss Anna .“... I don’t know, but to me, this year’s Christmas will be feeling a lot like the long halloween.”Jake said, with a smirk on his face.I turned around to leave, unable to make sense of everything.“What do these three meant by ‘The Long Halloween’?” I muttered under my breath.TBC

After I got it I pulled out a chair and sat in front of the table near it by the window. "Deceptive," I read in the written title of the book, I opened it in turn and what popped up to me was a picture of a large creature that was half human and wolf, its body full of feathers. “He has no death, to this day he is still alive, trying to save the woman he first loved and wants to be with for life,” I read here. There was some spark that flowed through my being. I wasted no more time and I opened the book, but my torn eyebrows met its pages, even if I looked over and over I could not read anything, until I got to the back of the book and there was I noticed a very small letter.

Thomas studied him for a moment too long. “Well,” he said finally, “visiting can be dangerous here. People come for a weekend and end up staying for a lifetime.” Lena grinned. “Or they stay long enough to unravel everyone’s secrets.” Thomas huffed but began unpacking books. Clara leaned toward Alex. “Tell me something true,” she said softly. He regarded her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. “Are you certain you want truth?” “Yes.” He lowered his voice. “Truth rarely arrives whole. It comes in fragments. A word overheard. A face remembered. A detail that doesn’t fit.”

A repository of truths the current pack leadership probably wanted to be buried. Auren. My son's name came through my mind as my fingers moved over the title of a thick, navy-bound book that was labeled, "Phenomena in Half-Blood Heirs." I knew that I had found something large. I did not even hesitate as I pulled it off the shelf, sending a cloud of dust that circulated in the air that made me sneeze. I opened the book to have a knowledge of what was inside. The script was ancient, the letters were formed in a way that made them so hard to read at first, but I adjusted my eyes.

"You are a half-blood, Elif. Torn between two worlds. Too human for the wolves. Too wolf for the humans. You've spent your entire life feeling like an error." My throat tightened. "How do you know that?" "Because I once walked in your shoes. I am also a half-blood." He sat on a fallen log, gesturing for me to join him. "I lead because I am a half-blood, not in spite of it." He scooped up a handful of soil, letting it sift through his fingers. "The purebloods deem us inferior. Broken. But they are mistaken. We are not broken, Elif. We are bridges."

"The Half-Market isn't a place for tourists. People here don't care about the law, but they’re very interested in debt." They moved through the press of the crowd. It was a sensory overload. Stall after stall offered jars of bioluminescent lichen, bundles of "true-sight" herbs, and ointments that could heal a wound or melt a soul. Anna kept her hood low, her backpack heavy with the few belongings she had managed to save.

He cursed under his breath, grabbed the bag from me, and walked back into his room, shutting the doors behind him. The rest of the evening was a blur to me, as I struggled to keep my emotions in check. My mind kept on racing with thoughts of betrayal and deceit. How could they do this? Couldn't they care about our Pack's wellbeing? During dinner, I watched in disgust how these so called brothers of my grandfather were laughing and smiling with my family. I couldn't just shake of the feeling that our pack was in grave danger. I thought of talking to someone in the family, but they'll hate me, besides no one was going to believe me. After all I was the "half-breed".

She thought she saw Daniel’s name. “Excuse me,” Lincoln says and goes to answer the call. Charlotte turns to Halsey but the girl is in no state to talk. “Hales,” Charlotte begins. Halsey robotically stares at her godmother. Charlotte btes her lip, unsure of what to say. Finally she decides on her words. “Sometimes, the half truth can be more dangerous than lies,” Charlotte warns her. “Be careful of those who tell you only half truth.” “But lies hurt more,” Halsey states in a deadpan voice. She turns back to her plate but the sight of food is making her nauseous. Without a word, she leaves and heads for her room, slamming the door shut behind her.