Word Of Honor Novel Translation Novels & Stories

I'll be forever pleased that you're interested in my book. I'm also relieved that I finally ended this book because it has been months of writing this! I started this in the last week of July, but I wrote it in my native tongue and only translated it into English when I discovered GoodNovel and publishedpublished it here. So yeah, this is my first novel published and completed here. I know that you somehow discovered many faults and grammatical flaws throughout the book, and to be honest, I keep revising every portion to the point where I am stressed about finishing it because I am, in fact, extremely insecure in my writing, especially in grammar, because English is only my second language.

Mae questioned suspiciously. Blaze gave her a soft look in an attempt to calm her suspicion. “Our grandmother gifted us with a book that she claims is older than this world. It’s in a strange language and most of it is not translated. One of the few translations is the word ‘priores’ above drawings of fourteen red-eyed beings. It’s Latin for forefathers, also referred to as—“

will suppression" spells were cast, When the letters once again began to flow to the side, Lorenzo slammed his fist directly on the page in fury. -Stand! It can be seen that the brains were already curled up from trying to understand the secret dialect, because the inquisitor pronounced the order in it, and not in Italian or Latin. The tailed scoffers froze for a moment, as if mocking the reader, and then blurred again, transforming into other phrases. Lorenzo leaned back in his chair, rubbed his teary eyes, and thought. Everything that he managed to translate turned out to be an introduction, oversaturated with metaphors, allegories and references to forgotten legends. No useful information

I said. "Agreed," Isabelle said. "This was a huge blow to their ca?." I'd heard that word before. Charlotte told me about it when she refused to leave me even though her life was in mortal danger at the time I was held by the vampire queens. Isabelle wrinkled her nose. "The closest I can come to in translation is 'blood honor'. The werewolves stood on their word, were known to be faithful and courageous to the very end. But once their souls were broken, they never recovered." Another pause. "Well, most of them."

“The truth is red, so is his love for me.” —Ava Heavens In an empire where gunshots speak louder than words, Ava found herself as a pawn in a crossfire she never wanted to partake in. One minute she was in love with her best friend, and looking forward to their future together. In a second, all that was gone and she’s being used as a sacrificial lamb to appease the devil himself! — “Either way you choose to go about this, I win and you lose. So if I were you I’d surrender my Ava to me, or the next body bag delivery will be one of your sons.” — Caden Tuhka.

I can’t do this! Realization dawns on his face, and I feel hope cut through my panic. Zen gives me a very human thumbs up. NO! I’m not nervous! I’m dying of embarrassment! “Lady Dinah, are you perhaps overcome with emotion?” My eyes snap to Josephine “The first part of the avowal has been somewhat translated. Why don’t you read us the later passage?” Has it been translated? Who in their right mind did such a thing?! “Huh? Of course. Ahem.” I give her my best smile “It’s simply that every time I open the avowal, I get overwhelmed by its beauty.”

He picked it up and saw the delicate handwriting. He frowned and thought, "Is this written by that woman?" Could she speak the language of A country? Harry could not believe it. Just as he put down the document and wanted to ask her clearly, a note fell out of the document. It said: "Sorry, I didn't get your permission before I entered your study room. Last night, because of me, your document got wet. Therefore, I tried my best to help you repair it. The language of A country was not easy to learn. I translated it into Chinese so that you could see it. It was my compensation for wetting your document."

He nodded flipping through his own book, “Explorers from before the barrier went up, afterward, and all things in-between.” “You’re lying!” I gasped now afraid to touch such an old historical relic. “Why would I lie?” he huffed still refusing to look up from his book. “But these-” I looked again and pulled a book from the shelf. The binding had just one word on it “Sangriel.” “Something wrong?” He finally looked up, “I figured you’d be interested in seeing them, so just don’t leave this room and I’ll consider this attending to me. Think of it as an apology for last night.”

It was as if she was drawing in the moonlight as he dropped his pants and thrust into her. "We'll rule them all," Oren growled, leaning over her. "I'll drape you in moonstones. You'll crown me king, and then the humans..." "Yes," she gasped, arching up against him. I felt sick as the vision slowly began to fade, leaving me in the dark abyss of my thoughts, my mind now burdened with the knowledge of the truth. The moment when our honor had been used against us. It felt like something out of a story: we'd lost our hand trying to be honorable, and the beast had bitten it off.

‘This book is about the Italian Mafia, which is based mainly on the Italian mainland and Sicily. As such, when the main characters talk to each other sometimes it is in Italian, if you do not understand Italian I have translated the words into English in the brackets. The Italian speech is to make the storyline more authentic and I believe it enhances it. It will not distract from your enjoyment of the plot or the characters. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you