A Heart Of Desire And Deceit Novels & Stories

Have you ever sunk deep into the depth of desire as your heart wished for you to drown while your mind told you to fight against the waves? When I look at Deimos I am always caught by desire's net. Desire to touch. A desire for a taste. Desire to possess. With each passing day, it overtakes me inch by inch sinking its fangs deep within me sucking my will to fight.

I saw one fifty two minutes ago. I don't know what to think. My step-father has committed a lot of atrocities, but none, have haunted me quite like him shamelessly revealing the evidence of his arousal to me. I don't want to think too much about it, but my mind doesn't want to stop manufacturing questions I know I do not want to hear the answers to. If only he'd said a word. Just one word. It is said that the Devil is the master of deceit, that he is most adroit at weaving up illusions of false pleasure and decadence that conceal utter apparition. That is how he traps many souls without them even knowing it.

Lust with deceit. I was shattered, regretful, helpless, exhausted. I still didn't want to believe it. This was a coincidence. To be sincere, I had always known something wasn't right. I had known something was missing in this relationship, but this had never been my thought. He was deceiving me?

My heart wants me to stay. My mind pushes me away. Which one shall I listen to? This confusion overwhelms me. To be by your side daily, To retrieve my stolen heart, Shall I trace your footstep or Wane in sleeplessness? I want to fill this gap. If I come close, allow me. All I need is half a second of proximity. One side shyness nudges me, One side desire urges me deeply, This dilemma dices me anew.

I say, my mind racing. “What is it?” he asks. Anger is raging through him, but there’s curiosity in his eyes. Malevolent bumps into my arms, and I smile at Royce as I stroke her slowly. “In this game of deception and lies… I think it’s our turn to play the card of deception.”

, grabbing his hand, she mumbled for leniency, but being ruthless he was, he stole the spark of her getting free, by leaning dangerously close to her. "Hazel! I am a devil!, and I never leave my betrayers ,not until I let them the taste of their deception ", he spoke near her ear, grabbing her already broken soul, affecting her heart like a fatal disease. Her heart was heavy, and she was shivering continously. His every force pushed her more into the well of pain, that has been chasing her since by birth. Before she could realize that it was not a simple hatred rather it was an extreme loathe that had been raging in his veins, since many years_it would be too late.

Ayana is caught cheating on her with Carlos, who happens to be her celebrity colleague. "You bitch, Ayana!" Tristan continues to curse as he sips his fourth vodka martini. He decided to get drunk tonight at one of New York City's luxury hotels. "Tristan, you should be aware. In this world, there is no true love. All full of hypocrisy. Your love and affection are only deceiving you. You were duped by Ayana." Tristan continues to rant against himself. He was completely inebriated. His vision began to blur, but his consciousness remained, albeit as a speck of indigo.

Cecilia declared. Joyce was tired of lying and deceiving these friendly and kind hearted women. She decided to say the truth. She had to tell them. But she didn't want to look so cheap to them. She made up her mind and a tear fell from one eye. She looked at them one after the other. She was sitting between them. "James and I..... We.....," she paused and wiped her flowing tears. "We're not what.....you think," she confessed in a whisper and sobbed.

My heart aches every time I think of how he must be relaxed in another woman’s arms aside from mine. Many times I go out just in case I might find someone else who might distract me from the thought of Dame. But everywhere I go there are eyes everywhere. To make matters worse, my treacherous heart always thinks about Dame. Dreaming endlessly about how he might sweep me off my feet someday. I hate him and desire him at the same time. I wish I could bash his head in that would have him bedridden for weeks, I won’t mind nurturing him all by myself. As long as he is near me.

Looks can deceive those who took a look partially But not those who can see wholeheartedly You looked like an angel descend from the sea of clouds But I saw you as a demon hiding your face at the crowd. Stories can deceive those who just read it But not those who appreciate it. You easily read the passage But I got the message. A smile can deceive those who are happy But not those who are wary You put it to your face easily While I had to wear it having difficulty. Tears can deceive those who see it But not those who feel it. You saw it as tears because of happiness But I felt it as tears because of weakness. Love can deceive those players But not lovers. You called it a game