Novel & Cerita True Beauty Book

“That is good, you’ll need strength for what comes next.” I swallowed. “The training?” Her head tilted. “No, something you must hear before it is too late.” I frowned. “Too late for what?” She didn’t answer. Instead, she crossed the room and set down an old book on the table. Its cover was cracked, the leather was worn out, it had strange markings, spirals and claws, ran across it. “What is that?” I whispered. “The truth,” she said simply. I forced myself to stand, to walk closer, though every instinct told me not to. My fingers hovered above the book. “What do you mean?”

Belphegor asked while taking a quick glance at his sister still looking through bookshelves and going through books *SIGH* Celea sighted " Are you going to help me look for it if I tell you ? " She asked him still looking through books " That depends on the level of burden " He answered her question nonchalantly Celea smiled at his words " Well I guess that is a good enough deal for now " She said " So which book is it ?" Belphegor asked while standing up and walking next to her " The book of truth " " Hmmm, it's been a very long time since the last time someone mentioned that book "

To those finding true love: true love,is always understanding,it patient,it stays,it shares your pains and joy And in the last line of the book, she wrote: Love, the kind that stays, isn’t loud. It’s steady. It lingers. Like a whisper at the edge of sleep. Like hope. Like home. it every thing that will ever complete you THE END Dear Readers, please drop Your comment for the review of this book.... and get ready for my next book.. thank you!!!

Feeling like you going to get married by tomorrow, it's powerful and amazing that it can't be compared to anything I guess. Well...I'm personally attracted by honesty, truthfulness, an open soul cause I'm open as hell! It runs in me, doesn't matter what it's about but I am, not going to lie about that and as soon as this book is on the market, my close people will agree on that note. Honesty makes life easier you know, very easy! Honesty can make you realize whatever you stress about that you shouldn't! Its actually a minor things, and that could make you feel better, knowing you aren't the only.one with that particular issue, it really feels great like " Oww really? I thought I was the only

Jasmine Ito – POV The truth was simple. And that was what made it hurt the most. John was the only man I had ever truly loved. Not admired. Not respected. Not chosen out of duty. Loved. My fingers trembled as I wiped at the tears slipping down my face, but they wouldn’t stop. They came faster now, warmer, heavier—each one carrying a memory I couldn’t outrun. That night. It replayed in fragments. The way his lips found mine—not hesitant, not rushed… just certain. Like he had been waiting for that moment longer than either of us wanted to admit.

“You better chill girl, talking stage? Never. I won’t ever do that again. I told you, I am done with men for real. I said to her, so she can finally understand that I’m not kidding. I’m actually serious. Lizzy’s expression turned serious, and she placed her hand on my arm. “Starr, stop. Don’t talk like that. You know….” But I cut her off, my emotions still raw. I didn’t want to hear anything about a man, God!!! I now hated that species. “Lizzy, it’s okay. Not all women are lucky enough to find True Love. “And I get it now. I’m part of them. The unlucky ones, that is my fate, and I’ve accepted it.” “As I looked into Lizzy’s tear-stained face, my heart swelled with love and longing. I took her

she was annoyed. Gathering all her courage, she slowly stepped forward and resumed her walk. Trying to ignore the mysterious man who suddenly appeared. Just as she was right next to the man, she suddenly heard his baritone voice. "Just the right time," he muttered. His hands still faithfully slid into the pockets of the hoodie he was wearing. She paused for a moment and put on a confused face. She didn't turn or glance at him. But she felt something strange. She swallowed hard. "Beautiful nails," he praised her.

“No wonder I couldn’t find you. This is perfect. Now everything can be fixed. We can finally be together again.” I looked at him coolly. “Gabriel,” I said, “I don’t recall ever having a son with you.” His face went blank. “As for my identity,” I continued evenly, “yes, when I was young, I made foolish choices. I abandoned my inheritance and left the North.” “But thankfully, a small Coven helped me wake up.” “They taught me something invaluable.” “That love, patience, and sacrifice mean nothing when given to someone unworthy.” I inclined my head slightly.

“Nah, it’s merely me stating facts. But whatever you say.” I ignore his attempt to bait me into a discussion about whether Jess wants me dead or not, and whether I’m falsely accusing her or not. I’m not going to argue with stupidity or ignorance, it’s like hitting a pillow - pointless and draining. We both know I’m right, and I’m good with him staying delusional about her intentions. The wolf has worn himself out now, so I get out of the couch and in front of him. I activate my truth power, keeping my back to the rest of the crowd.

She had gone in knowing that, which was why she had arrived eleven minutes early and why she had left the notepad he'd provided untouched and why she had written only what was exactly true and nothing that could be worked with strategically. The truth was not strategic. That was its particular power. You could not negotiate with a true thing. You could only accept it or refuse it, and the cost of refusal was paid in the person's own interior rather than in any external arena. What she had left on the table was not an ultimatum. It was the truth about what was required. And truth, once spoken clearly into a person's awareness, did not simply leave when they walked away from it. It stayed. She