Bierce Dark Deception Novels & Stories

Amos looked away, with his ears reddening. “And by Filipino swindlers?” He felt ashamed. He never failed a transaction except the one he did in the Philippines. The people’s hospitality were so nice that he was easily caught in their trap. “It will never happen again”, he just said and looked up to her. “Kindness is a double-edged sword, and they knew very well how to wield it.” Oriana laughed at him. “You were swindled with kindness.” “And basing from what he said, terrorists? They’re the ones who got you?”, Oriana asked as she looked through the black folder.

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.

"I will not tolerate lies or deception. The truth will be revealed, and those who have concealed it shall face the consequences." The maids shifted uneasily, their breaths shallow and their hearts racing. The room became a pressure cooker of apprehension, as the alpha's words lingered ominously in the air. Adrien stood at the precipice of discovery, his resolve unwavering, prepared to confront the darkness that had infiltrated their midst.

“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?”

With a roar of the engine, I sped off recklessly into the night, consumed by anger and thoughts of revenge for what they had just done to me. My mind raced, consumed by a whirlwind of terrifying possibilities. The ease with which everything fell into place was a clear sign of Aamon's manipulative hand. A chill slithered down my spine as I realized that the mafia was now directly intertwined with Rei Draven. Sooner than expected, our paths had merged and the stakes were higher than I could have ever imagined. But I couldn't run from this twisted game - no, it was time to play along and show them what I was truly made of. With claws bared and a savage hunger in my eyes, Xavier Woods would soon

Almost. “You think you're something special?” she snarled, hate flashing in her eyes.“Well, news flash, you're not. Grayson here would just use you, and when he's tired, he'll let you go like trash.” A wicked smirk curved on her face. “You're just a pawn in a larger game.” With that, she turned around and left, closing the door with a bang. “Don't think too much about anything she said. You know why you're here; don't let someone like her discourage you,” he said in a calm voice before taking another sip.

THREE DAYS LATER.. It was Alessia's supposed wedding day and Bryan hasn't muttered a word since he woke up. “We'll dispose her body in the river after the molding has been done” Those words of Stephen's uncle haunted Bryan all through the night, he couldn't sleep a wink and as if the heavens weren't on his side, Alessia's image didn't leave his head all through. “How could you be this cruel, intending to have the body of a billionaire's daughter rot in a river?” a part of him didn't stop reminding and stabbing him with its whispers.

It came from the weight of the unspoken. From that handwritten note left on his desk: Who else accessed this file? From the strange symphony of errors that seemed in tune—but fell out of key when you truly listened. Victoria showed up in too many corners of those failures. Not signing. Not speaking. Just present. Watching. Suggestive. Serene. And that—that was the unsettling part. Because Benjamín understood strategy. He knew manipulation when he saw it. And what he was seeing wasn’t random. It was design.