Bierce Dark Deception Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

My heart was beating heavily. "Want to bet that this all has a happy ending," the first bat said. "Yes." "How much…" "Put me down for twenty davars." "That much," I asked under them. "Why wouldn't he, good sir?" "It's a good romance story." "With a happy ending, I think." "A prince and a sorceress…" "I see a poem coming." "You'll be famous." "It's a better love story than those vampires." I walked and walked for minutes and minutes, to me it seemed like hours. As time went on and on, it became much darker and darker.

Pushing it open, I was greeted by a sight that would be seared into my mind forever. Sebastian was clutching at his shoulder where a deep wound had blood spilling all down his arm, Narcissa holding a black dagger over her head. Gus wiggled on the altar behind her, covered in the entrails as the Blood Moon rose above him. Black gates in the sky, holding back a horde of daemons and a Black Wolf the size of a mountain with red eyes. He was real, the Deceiver was real, and the malice he carried with him blanketed the air like a miasma.

“Right, but how am I supposed to make myself look 20 years older? There’s only so much I can do, and even then, I doubt it’ll do much.” “I’ve already thought about that. You can just say you have a rare genetic disorder that makes you look younger than you already are.” “This all seems more complicated than simply telling your parents the truth.” “I know, but I enjoy keeping this part of my life a secret. There’s just something thrilling about living a double life. I’ll tell them when I get bored or tired of it.” The next night… He came back at the arranged time and got ready. “Look at you,” Myrine complimented. “I’d be shooting my shot if I was straight and you were a bit older. Don’t compl

They couldn't wait for that big day to come. Moreover, Laurie wasn't happy within her because James wasn't there to celebrate with her. She only pretended to be happy in front of her workers but her secretary knew that she wasn't happy. Her secretary tried to always make her happy by cracking jokes so she would at least laugh. On the other hand, James has hired some hefty boys with him to disrupt the big event coming up in Laurie Cosmetic Company. They draw out their plan and once they are successful that would be the end of Laurie's career and she would go back to beg on the streets again.

I needed to talk to him before I went away. I wasn’t sure how long I could take being in the toxic cycle. “You are, Miles. I think we need a short break. I am not interested in this cycle we have going on. It is not fair for me to put you through having to see me deceive another man. You know I have to avenge Rebecca, and that is not something I am now willing to compromise on.”

But inside, the first delirious thrills of conquest are already singing through my veins in wicked, euphoric shimmers. Because even now, this blustering fool remains utterly oblivious to my true machinations. How I'm deftly arranging the circumstances to topple his paltry reign and allow the imminent festivities of dark rebirth to fully play out! Let him feel the sugar-addled bliss of believing he's finally attaining his heart's truest desire. Let him glory in the delusion of soon spiritually and eternally entwining with his "soulmate" in the old sacred ways.

With this in mind, Julia deleted her previous draft and rewrote her response. [Female.] Julia replied succinctly to Jared’s question. The message Julia sent triggered a sudden darkening of Jared’s expression. Moments ago, he had been considering that honesty from Julia might mitigate his anger, leading to a fair and open discussion. With Julia’s apparent deception, suspicions crept in, hinting at potential ulterior motives. Jared’s visage grew increasingly somber as his thoughts spiraled, his anger simmering and causing sweat to bead on his forehead. Observing this transformation, Anthony and the others exchanged knowing glances, signaling that the effects of the wine’s contents had begun to

"And if I don’t want to?" Dean’s smile widened, slow and predatory, the gleam in his eyes a mixture of triumph and malice. “Then the darkness will claim you anyway. You’ve felt it all your life, haven’t you? The whispers in the shadows? The pull you never understood?” He took a deliberate step forward, his voice dripping with eerie certainty. “You think this is something new, Henry? That you had a choice in this?” His voice dropped to a whisper, a blade wrapped in silk, slicing through the last remnants of denial. “This isn’t something you can run from. This is who you’ve always been.”