Honest Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

, I said. "Good to hear from you again, Ryan. I was at the speakeasy yesterday and tried dialing your line, it wasn't going through". Black Ace, real name Blake Holmes. A runner, someone who distributes and collects drugs or other illegal stuffs in a gang or mafia. "Bloody hell,I have been busy. You shoulda dropped a voice message", I said, taking my cock out. "Yeah... I gotta tell ya one thing. I gat ya dough, fam. A flaming $10m. The deal got sweetened and the crystal meth banked a lot of good paper..."Bella turned around to look at me.

Bill answered him with a calm but his words could pierce someone’s soul. “Mr. Sky, I am an honest person. I swear in my mother’s grave. “Mr. Clinton quickly refuted. “Huh! You can’t question me about honesty. I am helping people in need through this charity event I am organizing every year.” He boastfully added. “That’s right. I believe Mr. Clinton is an honest man.” Someone sounded at the back. He was another billionaire who was closed to Mr. Clinton. “See? Even Mr. Lee could attest to it.” Mr. Clinton got sparks in his eyes hearing someone support him in the group.

How did he even get a picture? “It’s so cute.” Jules squealed. It was. It looked so intimate. It looked real. A song played softly over the post. It was H.E.R by Daniel Caesar. The caption read, “double wins.” I blinked. “Everyone is loving it.” “When did he post it?” I asked, my voice higher than intended. “A few minutes ago.” I handed the phone back slowly. “He didn’t tell me he was going to post it.” “Does that bother you?” Jules asked.

Harry said as he started the car and drove away from the house. "Can be what?" "Honest." Brooklyn glanced at him, but quickly looked towards the ground. "I know," she murmured and she scrunched her nose up when the pressure in her head returned. "Do you?" "Yes." "Then why aren't you honest?" "Because I hide things and pretend everything is alright," Brooklyn muttered. "There you go, there's me being honest." Harry sighed and shook his head. "Don't do that. Not with me." "Why not?"

What's with that smile… "You can start with something small." Trixie adds before I can argue. "Honesty is the best medicine, and sometimes it can be a good starter." "Honesty?" I chuckle, clearly not understanding her. Haven't I always been honest with her? "Yes, honesty," Trixie says before pointing to my head and flicking it. "And by any means, when I say honesty, it's real honesty. Not from your head, but your heart." "Anyway, rather than struggling here… Why don't you go to her now to explain? It's almost the blood moon, you know."

“We’ll win this.” She didn’t answer. She’d seen the way Mr. Clarke had avoided her eyes that morning. The way he barely spoke during preparation. The way he’d said, Don’t get your hopes up. Something had already been decided. The judge’s voice sliced through the air. “Court is now in session. The case of the State versus Robert Cross, charged with fraud, corporate embezzlement, and money laundering.” Cameras clicked from the back rows, flashes reflecting off the polished wood.

"Call in the journalists or do you people call them reporters?" Monica's eyes widened in fear. Did he know the truth? Did Detective-inspector tell him what I did, Inspector Zach is not a person to be trusted, nobody knows what is going on in that head of his. What if he decided to corner me in private and expose me in public? What if he is a cunning fox? What if... Monica gulped hard again as these thoughts scampered through her disorganised mind. "Excuse me." "We can't tolerate libel," Daniel said and ruffled his hair with his hand in frustration.

“Hello, Vanessa, I’m Detective Hayes. “Why don’t we get started.” “O-ok,” I trembled. “Whose body did you try to carry out of the woods tonight?” “H-hailee J-johnsons’.” "The one who's been missing for a month?" Hayes questioned. "Yes." “And she was a friend of yours I assume?” “Yeah. . . yeah we went to school together.” “Was she a good person?” “Well, how can you determine if someone is truly good detective, people are always putting up a mask. On the outside, they can be kind, but on the inside, they can be evil and cruel.”

with that Hamza left and now that on the floor not believing what Humza just said. I try not to ask questions my heart may not be able to hear the answers to, even if my logical brain can comprehend it with ease. There is a kind of honesty that is selfless and a kind that is selfish. I guess you'd have to ask yourself if it is more loving to keep the secret or to tell it. By Angela Abraham

A coat for a woman who was going somewhere, not waiting for something to arrive. I thought about the word honest. I had said it to Maya and I had meant it and I was still turning it over, the way you turn over a piece of fabric to check the weave on the reverse side. Honest all the way through. What did that mean, exactly, when applied to a garment? It meant the construction was sound.