Bierce Dark Deception Novels & Stories

Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth. However, look at my luck, it was true, the dark truth about me that I killed my one and only friend, my best friend, Jiahn Kang. She was in a lot of pain, pleading, begging me to spare her life. Was this really me? A person who could never see her loved ones in pain and here I was, the one who killed her own best friend, a best friend who was more than an elder sister to her.

What did she think when she brought Eva between everything? Was she really wanted her sister to reject her own mate? But why would she do anything like that? I didn’t get a chance to think about this when Daniel's mind linked all of us, ‘Angel has mistakenly used salt instead of sugar in the cake. So, make sure that no one will tell her anything about it and hurt her in many ways. Her Lycan, Ivory, can sense the lie, so compliment her efforts that she put into preparing the cake or compliment the cake design or flavor of it in such a way that it wouldn’t be actually a lie. In short, we don’t have to lie but to hide the truth.’

she whispered, still unable to believe it. "When you supposedly died with our child, I was lost. I felt like I was trapped in darkness, with no idea how or where to begin again. I had the real Julia, but my heart... it still longed for the dead impostor." He raised a hand to her face. She still couldn’t speak. Only her tears showed how deeply his confession affected her.

EVER! "Tell me what you know and your death will be as quick as lightning" – I said to this weird creature before me. "The Moonlight Killer pack never tells you the truth about your uncle" – I smirked, that is more like it. "What… no, I meant… what have you done?" – he asked in disbelief.

"Apparently it works on pimples too. She swore by it." "Irabella." My name in his mouth. One word. Said without inflection, without accusation — and somehow worse for both, because the absence of those things meant he wasn't reacting, meant he was still inside the calculation, still running the evidence against the instinct, and the instinct was not losing. "That's the truth." Another laugh, thinner than the first, the architecture of it starting to show. I kept my eyes on his and willed my pulse to slow and it refused completely. "Daemon, why would I need a scent-hiding potion? What would I even be hiding?"

“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

But before I could ask any questions, Dexter leaned forward, his eyes fixed intently on mine. "We think you might be the key to unlocking the secrets of the human mind," he said, his voice low and serious. I felt a surge of shock, unsure of what to say. Me? The key to unlocking the secrets of the human mind? It sounded like something out of a science fiction movie. But as I looked into Dexter's eyes, I saw something there that made me shiver. A glint of excitement, a spark of curiosity. And I knew that I was in for a wild ride.

I knew I had betrayed his trust but the truth was going to come out someday - nevertheless. "He was my boyfriend," I replied, looking up at him. He stood still, shaken to the marrow. Then like a joke, his voice rippled out a devilish laughter. "Was? for how long?" He put in. "Three years." He laughed again, shaking his head in disbelief. "You are 24 years old and you do not act like the professional trained assassin that you are. How then will you be able to handle Tyler Skyler? Have you forgotten that you're supposed to be his secretary in our supposed revenge-plan and no one should know who you are?"

That infuriating smirk tugged at his lips. “Would you rather I call you my tax liability?” Inside, the ballroom was a vision of wealth and power. Golden chandeliers dripped light over sleek black marble floors. Crystal glasses clinked. Laughter rang, but every pair of eyes in the room landed on us. Most were stunned. Some jealous. A few were full of disgust. “You played along beautifully,” he murmured, not looking at me. Of course I did. I had no choice. If that’s what it takes to clear my name—smile, charm, deceive—I’d play the part until the end.

"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…"