On My Honor Novel Novels & Stories

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. All I Ask of You (Heron’s Landing Book 2) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

It's not my fault high school is an episode of Survivor. When the zombies come crawling for their brains, I will be the last human to remember history. I'm excited to be an oracle and pass down history through oral tradition. You're welcome, peasants. You'll be glad I read it all then. "I don't care what your name is, really," Kelly says as she rips my romance novel from my hands. "Give that back. That's my favorite novel." Kelly moves her arms in all directions keeping my novel from me. Her minions, Alexa, and Tia, watch with giggles flying from their asses.

I lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about my demons, the ones that haunt me in my dreams. I am thankful for all the drama that happened today because I didn’t have time to think about my horrible memories. 25th of June, the day my innocence got ripped from me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. Every year, when this time of the year comes—I feel dirty. Today, the 25th of June. I still remember his voice. I don’t think I will ever forget it. The whole reason I started writing; to get everything out of my chest. Everything I wrote in my book ‘Behind Closed Doors’ is based on my life, though people might think its fiction. It’s now the best-selling novel, and people don’t

Loud inhales and exhales seem to fill his lungs with anything but air. The anticipation of Death is what Dominque feared most; never would he have imagined he would be staring Death in its eyes; through his swollen eyes, all he could see was a tall, dark figure as it emerged into the darkness, "Please stop," he pleaded. ‘Welcome to Dark honor, where Death is more pleasant than being in the presence of Lucifer.’ Joshua and Tiffany grew up in a dangerous neighborhood because their dad ‘Lucifer,’ a well-known kingpin, wanted his kids to be street-smart.

I stood there still ascended and engulfed in flames. I knew that once I told them that Mason was dead they would attack me instantly. I welcomed death as my punishment, but I realized that I couldn't just let them kill me without putting up a fight. I was still Damien's daughter after all, and generations of the Rose family before him had been the Fionn's of these hunters. It would be downright disrespectful of me to just give up and let them kill me. I needed to go out fighting, and have an honorable death, I needed to make my ancestors and my father proud.

Please come. Basil’ The next one promised to be interesting. I knew the paper he used. ‘Lylia Jordin, or should I say Sky? You used a pretty good cover, but not enough to trick me. Two of my best boys died because of you. What a waste. Hope we’ll meet soon. Now I may have a couple of purposes for you.’ Vernon Allaway’ Bastard! He found my name, but does he know about Tamor? Probably. Maybe not all details though. I should tell my father to take care.

Nonetheless, she kept reading. Another day passed by quickly and she had already finished the book. Alessia laid in her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, with arms spread out and her breathing uneven. Her mind remains tangled with thoughts and her stand on the world's ancient magic is slowly shattering. As she expected, it confused her so much more after finishing it. It all sounded too unreal to be true. But if the book was false, then why would Clyde bother storing it in a locked chest in the attic?

Not even subtle, I felt my grip tighten around my bag strap. Savannah let go of my hand and walked back. “And what is that supposed to mean?” Lori tilted her head innocently and looked straight at me. “You know. Scholarship girls. Temporary girls, basically ynonymous.” She commented. For a second, I got reminded how people disappeared inside schools like Westbridge. Through comments wrapped in fake concern. “You seem pretty invested in my relationship for someone who supposedly doesn’t care.” I held her gaze. “He’s never going to choose you.” I added.

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