On My Honor Novel Novels & Stories

She sat at the back with Faith, while her other friends were in front, with one of them driving. Arlene started getting worried because she was still outside and the sun had already set and the clouds were slowly getting dark. As soon as she caught a glimpse of the school building, she felt relieved, she couldn’t wait to get inside school, take a hot shower and lie down all covered in her blanket. Plus she had recently purchased a novel she couldn’t wait to read. ‘Mafia Princess’ by Chuka Sandra, also known as The Lunar Writer. But then something happened, Faith’s friend wheeled the car to the junction just before the school, and Arlene got alarmed. “What’s going on?” Arlene asked Faith rais

A few days after the disappearance of Sophie Novak, eye witnesses say that Holloway did in fact, return to the Maddox's home to pay his respects for their missing baby. 'Bits and pieces of Mia's life at the orphanage are depicted in a book she wrote last year named, Superfluous. Her book became a New York Time's best sellers, and she became instantly famous. The ending of her book went as follows, 'The most terrifying experience of an orphan occurs at the end of the day when you look at the orphanage's building structure, and realize that you're still there. You're still on your own. You're left to face the world by yourself, with no family to call yours, and no home to go back to. You're ju

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.

"No mama, you are making me feel more guilty. I'm your culprit. I'm the one who made an offense. Mama, I am very bad. I always did bad. I'm very cruel. I always inflict brutality on others. Please….. forgive me. Now I will never let you separate from myself. I will never…." *********** Sometimes it takes a few moments to break the honor of someone, to kill the belief of someone, to degrade in someone's eyes, and to kill the pride of oneself. In the prevalence of silence, there are just a few words that keep our pride intact. And then it's just a matter of a few words the spelling of which makes our tongue tie. When the honor breaks then everything finishes inside of ourselves. Her body becam

“Well, to tell the truth, I had considered the situation hypothetically before. All students of Wani Academy probably had. Our options were, precisely in this order: first, answer yellow cover – because naturally who wouldn’t want to get out of the experience alive? Sure you’d be covered in pee but at least you get to continue breathing. “But the most logical option didn’t appeal to the mentally enhanced version of me. Being discovered by my schoolmates covered head to foot in pee was a fate too horrible to accept, even weighed against the risk of dying. That was how concerned I was about my honor. I’m telling you, my priorities were so messed up.

His voice whispered that this was just another test—one of many that she would face on her journey. As the night wore on, the moon gradually descended in the sky, its luminous glow waning. And as the first light of dawn began to paint the horizon, Rithanya's weary eyes lingered on the final pages of her textbook. She closed it with a sense of accomplishment, her heart swelling with the knowledge that she had done her best.

The way I had searched for Zora, promising her that we would be okay—even when I wasn’t sure if we would survive. "I was just a kid," I murmured, staring at the floor. "I didn’t understand it at the time. I didn’t understand how my father—who had only ever done the right thing—could be punished for it." I scoffed. "But I learned quickly. I learned that honor means nothing in the face of power." Mia sat down across from me, her expression unreadable. "How did you survive?"

I asked. If they did, I wondered what his reply was. “No one asked or said anything. I don’t think they did.” I let out a heavy sigh of relief. If someone close couldn’t even recognise Chris, then this will be easy. Keep Chris as the mystery boy, and I will stick to the story I told Clara and the rest. “Since no one recognised you yet, don’t admit it.” “And if they do?”

Anju’s tone was just as snippy as she rolled her eyes to Mani, “You’re known for weeks. Don’t act surprised.” “How long has everyone else known?” Emnore hollered. “This is an offense of the greatest dishonor! Lying about your mate.” I drowned them out. I couldn't stand it anymore. Maybe this was the fear for why he wanted it to stay quiet. “That scent-” Nok whispered and turned back to me. “Your scent’s coming back.” “It was gone?” Emore stomped her foot as she closed the gap between us, “What were you hiding you little troll?”

Agnes replied. As good as new. The words echoed comfortingly in my head. I was alive. I hadn’t bled out on that dark, stinking street alone and helpless. But my relief was tempered by a new certainty that was creeping into my thoughts. I wouldn’t have survived if I had been on my own. I was in deep trouble, and if I kept insisting that I didn’t need help, I wasn’t going to make it. I had to trust someone with my secrets, at least some of them, and with my life.