The True American Book Novels & Stories

“He cooked the books.” “You don’t know that yet.” “I do.” “You can’t run a company on instinct alone.” “I don’t. I run it on precision. Not manipulation.” A pause. “Make sure you have evidence to avoid lawsuits.” He hung up. No goodbye. Typical. I pushed Tanya’s file aside and looked at the reports on my desk, the sticky note she left grouping the pages, her handwriting glaring at me. Her tired eyes flashed in my mind. She looked like she hadn’t slept.

I wondered what was wrong with him. 'He might don't like me or probably he doesn't like me in his family.' My thoughts strayed but I completed my breakfast and asked Ivy if there was a library. "Sure let me show you the way" she replied and led me across a snaky corridor and we were there. It was like heaven. A vintage heaven with large shelves with different kinds of books. I skimmed through the mundane section where I found Tess of D'Urbervilles. I wanted to read this for years, but the book was reserved, so I started on Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. I was in the middle when I felt like someone was staring at me. I turned around to see Jeremy.

In this woman's hands, holding a book that had started with one true sentence and become, page by page, the fullest version of the truth I knew how to tell. Still here. Always still here.

~ A M E L I A ~ It couldn’t be. What were the chances? The book I was looking at in the library a while back, which was all destroyed and unreadable, was also Everett’s favourite book and is a book that is widely hated. Things weren’t adding up. Shaking my head, ‘I don’t understand. If it’s a book of fiction, why do people hate it so much? Why can’t you have a fictional story of a female Alpha leader?’

It looked like she didn't believe the news either. “It is fake news” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I woke up this morning to dozens of messages. Accusations and threats. People saying I stole money from the Book Club. I didn’t do that, ma’am.” “I’m not here to throw accusations, Arian,” she said calmly. “I want the truth.” “That is the truth,” I said quickly. “I have records. Every purchase we made with the money. I have records of every club activity that involved money. I documented all of it.”

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By the time John got to the Macabe house he had planned Vince and Vivian's marriage and the subsequent coup of Macabe land and freeing of the slaves. On this crisp early autumn afternoon, Perry was having whiskey on the front porch, looking out over his rolling fields that had been white with cotton just mere weeks before. There had been so much of it that the ginning process was still ongoing down by the slave quarters that were conspicuously built away from and out of sight of the big fine Victorian mansion. Perry saw John moving up the drive and stood by one of the white pillars to greet his guest. A young boy came forward to take Mister Hart's horse, and as usual, he tipped the young man

Cecilia POV I stared at him, a hint of disbelief flashing in my eyes. "You mean to say you can't help at all? If it weren't for Freeda, your dear wife, these people wouldn't even be refugees in the first place! Don't you think you owe them some compensation?" Freeda interrupted sharply, "This isn't about refugees. This is about you playing the hero and trying to make yourself look good. Just because you have money and influence now doesn't mean others can throw money around recklessly."

This was the story from Clifford Holmes' perspective. "A lawyer's purpose is to uphold justice and assist the judicial system in maintaining social order. Everyone is equal before the law." When Holly Lewis first joined the firm as an intern, I remembered saying that to her, just as I had told all our previous interns. At that time, I never imagined she would become my wife in the future. Holly was exceptionally beautiful. She had the kind of beauty that stood out. However, at first glance, it was hard to describe her as a rose. She wasn't the delicate type. She was more like an evergreen and spirited holly tree.

I read out loud as I open one of them. Aliya stiffens, “What did you just say?” “It’s written here,” I hold up the book, pointing at a page.” She snatches it from me, her face pale. Then she tosses the book down and looks through the other journals, opening them and then throwing them aside, “It’s all over. Your pack was associated with the Order of Eternity?” There is horror in her voice, the kind I’ve never heard of before. “What?” I glance at Lucas. “I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve heard of this thing. What is it?”