روايات وقصص ضمن Hypocrisy

I smile as I turn to look at them, "it's so easy to judge and point fingers at a person you don't know; who doesn't interfere in your lives, who only wants to get ahead through work, yet it's not enough because working is a sin, going to a nightclub is a sin, drinking one or two bottles of liquor is a sin, smoking one or two cigarettes is a sin, everything I do is a sin because it bothers you that I breathe. What have I taken from you?" "We accept everything, but you have to admit that you're arrogant and..." "Shhh... I can be arrogant, but never gossipy," my annoyance is noticeable, "I'd rather be a bitch a thousand times than a hypocrite. You're no better than me, and do you know why? Beca

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

Although Elizabeth felt that she had been insulted and embarrassed, she nodded gently. "Unfortunately..." He paused for a moment before he said, "Now, even if you kneel down and beg me, I won't make love with you again. How do you feel? Do you feel very happy because you've finally gotten rid of me and don't need to be hypocritical anymore?" Elizabeth's breathing became a little rapid, "What... do you mean?" What did he mean by saying that she was hypocritical? What on earth had she done that made him insult her like this?

His heart had not stopped thumping so loud and so fast as well that he felt like he would end up hyperventilating any moment. ‘Is this the reason why they were all staring at me? Have all of them seen this embarrassing photo? People already have negative impressions of me, but adding these scandalous photos to their negative impressions, what could they have thought of me now? Have I become a laughingstock to them? Have I become obnoxious to them? Do I now look like a fucking joke to them because I was the one who was most vocal about how omegas should be treated equally and should not only be seen as tools to give birth to alphas; like a babymaking machine, arrogantly showing them how I des

not like this. To Be Continued...

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

He let the silence hang for a beat, gathering the scattered fragments of his own shattered and rebuilt faith. “Reverend Holloway,” Davidson said, his voice low but clear, carrying to the far corners of the stunned cathedral. “You speak of abominations. My former wife would likely agree with you. She would tell you about the abomination of a husband who could not love her as she deserved. She would tell you about the abomination of broken vows.” He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, meeting the eyes of his detractors. “She would be right. The abomination was the lie I was forced to live. The sin was the hypocrisy I practiced in this very church, kneeling

They couldn't believe the daughter they were so proud of would do something so… filthy and immoral. George was shaking in rage. He stepped ahead, trying to confront Zack, but he shoved George into the shoe cabinet. "Ms. Sampson's villa doesn't let homeless people in. I can't believe you're her father-in-law. Look at you. Even a homeless guy wears better than you." Zack scoffed. Mockery was oozing from his tone. George was groaning in pain, and color was draining from his face. I held him and called the maid to help us out. This was an emergency.

Right before his wedding to me, a rival had slipped a potent aphrodisiac into his and Giselle's drinks. They had woken up the next morning trapped in the same bed. He had intended to bury the secret forever, but the forbidden desire had wrapped itself around him like a venomous snake. Every time he returned home from Giselle's bed, he would look into my bright, trusting eyes and feel a wave of sickening guilt. He would swear to himself, "This is the last time, Jane. I swear this is the last time." But his self-control failed him again and again. Eventually, his guilt mutated into monstrous selfishness. He had genuinely believed that as long as I remained oblivious, he could comfortably keep

"Exactly. All humans are hypocrites. They do have goodwill while actually, it is just a mask of their despicable deeds. No one has a pure heart and I loathe those who try to hide it. Yet, you are just different, Your Highness, you do have a despicable soul and you don’t even try to hide it." "Is it bad or something? I don’t give a shit about what people think about me. Like I care if they hate me or wish me to go to Hell." "Hahaha... That’s what I like from you, Your Highness. The apathy of yours makes you a free soul yet vicious. Please allow me to be one of your powerful holy weapons. But, if you use me, you’ll turn into your dark self. Do you mind with that?" "Not at all."