Bierce Dark Deception Novels & Stories

"This isn't possible… Isabella, tell me it's fake!" "Felix, I… I…" Isabella was a weeping mess, unable to form a complete sentence. "Speak!" Felix roared, fury igniting in his eyes. "Tell me, have you been lying for the past two years?" "I had no choice!" Isabella finally broke down. "I love Marcus, but he's just a doctor! I wanted a better life!" "So you used me?" Felix's voice grew dangerously low. "You let me believe I was having a child, you made me, for the sake of that lie…"

"Tell me— why would Adrian want to kill Marcus? It was you he hated. So why should he want to kill Marcus, the man he loves? Think, Laim." My mind races. At first, I assume Deception is just trying to mess with my head, trying to plant doubt. But something about his words sticks with me. I try to shake it off. "I know it was me he wanted to kill. But he shot Marcus by mistake," I say firmly. Deception grins at my words. "Come again. By what again?" he presses. I frown but repeat myself. "He shot Marcus by mistake." And then Deception laughs. A deep, knowing laugh. "Mistakes don’t happen unless the celestial beings in charge of them allow it," he says, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Behind him, the maker settled into a chair salvaged from the mill's former office, her ancient eyes bright with anticipation of the psychological torture about to unfold. "Remember," she called after him, "the sweeter the deception, the more exquisite her despair when truth is finally revealed. Make her believe in salvation before you show her damnation." As the creature that wore Damien's face emerged into the purple twilight, it carried with it centuries of predatory experience and a maker's sadistic creativity. The man who had chosen love over hunger, who had spent sixty years proving that redemption was possible, was gone as completely as if he had never existed.

"I guess I’ve picked up a few tricks along the way. But you, Mr. 'I’m coughing up blood from the airport to the house,' you really sold it." He shrugged, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "What can I say? Desperate times call for desperate measures. Besides, the look on Mom’s face was priceless." We both broke into laughter, the absurdity of the situation finally hitting us. It was strange, being in the middle of such chaos and deception, yet finding a way to laugh through it. Jack leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "We’ve got them exactly where we want them, Viv. They’re too weak to fight back now. It’s just a matter of time before everything falls into place."

But directly in front of them, now exposed, was a narrow, precarious service ladder leading directly upwards, a dizzying climb into the heart of the Nectar's broadcast. Bima felt his heart pound. The lift was not just corrupted; it was a distraction. A deliberate illusion to hold them, while the true path to the drone was revealed, tempting and terrifying. He took another sip of the detox, its bitter truth a burning path in his throat. This wasn't just a plunge anymore. It was a climb into deception, a desperate gamble against a foe that twisted not just flavors, but perception, and now, even reality itself. The ascent of bitter truth was far from over, and the serpent's sweetness had found

His voice carried a menacing undertone, full of deception to hide his suspicion that the person in front of him was an impostor. The man staggered, still trying to cling to his role. But as blood trickled from his lip, his eyes flashed—a look Drick had never seen in any of Dark’s real men. “So that means…” Drick muttered under his breath while landing another punch that nearly shattered the man’s jaw, “they know about our hideout… they know Sir Dark’s secret.” Drick’s fists tightened, the smell of blood and dust mixing with each labored breath. Every strike wasn’t just punishment—it was a desperate way to extract the truth from the impostor before him.

Chapter Eight: The Illusion The line between deceit and truth often become blurred. Unknown’s POV That dose should have killed the bitch. It was more than enough I made sure of it. I waited in the woods listening to the chaos that was unfolding. I could hear the nurse’s panic, Liam’s anger and the sadness of so many people. I reveled in it. They tightened the security around the hospital, which is fine, she doesn’t have much longer now. I make my way to the edge of the territory and slip out unnoticed. Making it back to the compound I open the doors triumphantly, strolling right towards the boss.

The path to success in the modern world was all about how far you were willing to go and how dirty you were ready to play because in the end, the result always justify the means. The best kept secrets were those confined to a family circle like the one he shared with his brother and progenies. Jack Russell had never trusted his ex-wife who was the mother of his children because he had a belief that no one kept a secret better than the pure-bloods of a bloodline and his wife only sin was that she wasn’t a pureblood of the Russell bloodline. He owed his success to deception because in the eyes of the world he was an angel but beyond the bullshit image he sold to the public, he knew he was one

“And the miracles?” “Staged,” I confirm. “Vittorio funds the mechanisms. The weeping statues, the glowing relics. It brings in money and power. The bishop “Augustus Hale” has spent his life perfecting the deception.” I watched him carefully now; this next part will hurt. “And you, Jordan Brick… You are part of that deception whether you want to be or not.” His head snaps toward me. “What are you talking about?”

“Why are you lying to me? Have you made any findings that show I'm the one sending the messages? You're using my vulnerability to label me as a wicked person. Isn't it?” Sophia began to shed tears, rolling down her cheeks. “I have no other person we are negotiating a deal with.” Alexander noted, reducing his voice very low but barely audible. “Your tears can't trigger me to pity you. I'm very sure it is because your mother's health conditions are worse and your unpaid debt is the reason you think twice to accept this offer. It has affected your reasoning.” He hissed. She blinked, used her handkerchief to clean her tears. “That is not the reason that drives me here.” Her eyes still brimming w