On My Honor Novel Novels & Stories

It was nothing but a dream. "What did you dream about?" I debated for a second. What would I tell him? Would it be alright if I tell him the truth or not? What would be his reaction? "It's a mixture of romance and horror, Inhink." "That's what you get for always asking Honora about her ghost experience." I scowled. "How come you know that? Did Honora tell you? Damn. I thought she's loyal to me. What did she tell you again?"

"If you're done making a scene, clean up. I'm going to bed." They both walked off, one after the other. Maya and I were left in the wreckage, tossed aside like the trash on the floor. My chest tightened. Had they ever seen me as family? But my body moved on autopilot. The second Anton spoke, I dropped to my knees and started cleaning. Glass sliced my hand. Blood hit the floor. My first instinct? Wipe it up fast—before Anton freaked about the mess. Maya bolted for the first-aid kit.

- Russell Barkley - Happy new year, everyone! Thank you for partaking in this story! I'm incredibly grateful. I love you all! This novel will always be a big part of me because it's the first novel I actually finished. I hope you got lessons from this story! Writing this was very challenging as thriller and crime is a genre that requires a meticulous mind. */Pats my head/ I'm so proud of Bella, and she will always have a special part in the chambers of my heart.

Next scene, Geneva's mom and Cindy went to police station to report and file a case, Geneva's mom wrote as a compliant instead of Cindy, While Cindy is sitting at the hall way she saw her classmate before, She looks like nervous and Cindy asks her if she's alright, The girl biting her nails while walking around the corner, When she saw Cindy she runs quickly to get out of sight by Cindy, Cindy doubted what's her problem, she ignored it remembered that it was her bullies, Geneva's mom came back at Cindy, told her that she already filed a case against the incident, They will contact Cindy for further notice, Cindy said thank you to Geneva's mom for her kindness and wasting of time,

“I do things a little differently than Mrs. Dipalma, but we’ll cover the same ground. I heard you had essays due — if you’d pass those forward, that’ll help me get a sense of where everyone is.” Honor slid her paper out. Everyone else’s was printed, clean white sheets from laptops and printers. Hers was handwritten on notebook paper, her small, careful cursive filling the lines. She’d meant to use the library computers over the weekend. That hadn’t happened. She passed it forward and stared at the window and told herself it probably didn’t matter.

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 spun on my heel, finding some satisfaction in the partial resolution. "Wait. Please, just wait," he called out. I stopped abruptly, wary of more complications. "What is it?" "I need to tell you the truth. What you do with it is up to you. I've lost my daughter, but she deserves to know the truth at some point. Honor. You're right." Exhaling heavily, I debated whether to walk away and leave the chaos behind. However, something compelled me to turn back and listen to Antonio's tale. As he spoke, a vivid stream of images cascaded through my mind, painting a poignant picture of love, honor, and sacrifice.

He filled his questions of her whereabouts with assumptions and brushed it off as if it was some necessary dust on his coat. Yvonne reminded me of myself, although we both suffered, we seem to have those small happy moments that we treasure. Although we came from two different backgrounds, we pretty much suffered the same. I fell asleep that day with a lot in my mind, how Yvonne was, how she felt, what she wanted to be in life. My knowledge of this reality is based on the novel Nova created, I don't know the living people here personally. I don't personally know how they grew up, and even though they're book characters for Nova, they're still human beings. Creatures with a soul and life give

Claire brings a huge cake, decorated with dinosaurs and books. "Aunt Claire!" the boys run to hug her. Alex hugs me from behind as we watch the scene. "Happy?" he asks. "At peace," I answer. My new book rests on the table: "Hidden Truths - How Silence Almost Won". In the dedication, a simple message: "For Oliver and Noah, Who taught me that the best stories are those we have the courage to tell. And for Claire and Sarah Bennett, Who showed us the price and value of truth." "SOPHIA HAWTHORNE LEADS BESTSELLERS LIST: 'Hidden Truths' Revolutionizes the Publishing Market"

And I was grateful for the time I needed to move past the anger and the humiliation of having him assert dominance like I was a common, misbehaving pup. I found myself in the library again, on the third day of my anti-Asha crusade, a book comfortable and familiar in my lap. It was a novel I hadn’t read yet, something I wasn’t used to. A crime thriller that had titillated my interest with its bold main character and wild plot twists that had me hooked from the first line. I was three quarters done with the book, quietly paging through the novel in the silence of the library. Not many wolves came by, which was something I had never been more grateful for, leaving me in peace.