Novel & Cerita Bierce Dark Deception

Not anymore. “I’m doing it. I can’t be with her anymore.” I saw the sincerity in his hazel eyes, marvelling at how one man could be so deceptive. No trace of insincerity lingered in his eyes. He held my gaze like a man with nothing to hide but behind his sincere eyes lay a wicked heart that could contrive the most wicked of thoughts. Lucien could smile while stabbing you to death and looking like he didn’t want to hurt you at the same time.

Holding a firm grasp on it, I sit criss-crossed on the floor, making myself comfortable and ready to obtain forbidden knowledge. The book was quite small, yet it weighted on my hands. I knew how wrong and grave my actions were, yet I cannot walk away from the scene. I Caress my fingers over the book cover while thinking through what I am about to do. My conscious Unable to give a blind eye to my wrong desires neither am I willing turn away, we make a deal that I would only look at the first page but boy who was I kidding . This book belongs to: S/I, were the only words written on the first page. Feeling unsatisfied with the little information the first page gave, I moved on to the second.

Craziness in its eyes, that golden pit of fire, it took another step forward. 'No one can see me, see beyond my beauty. You lie.' 'You use human pain, for all that is dark. There in you, is vengeance, greed that swallows light, but light can’t be destroyed, nay, it can’t be, for light is more powerful than the black. I shall win you, we shall destroy you. Your seduction, your temptation, all too brutal and swaying. But I see, beyond all that gold beauty, I see, Ahriman, your grime and darkness.'

- My fault, mine! Deja looked at him in dismay, still in disbelief. Why would this man harm her? Why? Had she crossed his path, too? "So you admit to practicing dark sorcery?" Beria asked, signaling to the guards. -What? the merchant stammered, looking at Beria as if he were a ghost. - Not! “You just begged for forgiveness,” Aznar remarked. Are you taking back your words?

“He wasn't, he wasn't best for you. He's at fault, not you. He's the one who cheated on you, not you, princess. Look, men are scum, men are wicked, men are evil, blah blah blah! It's true." “Really… you do realize that what you just said right.” “Yes of course princess, I know what I just said. My point, exactly, is all about perspective. You love me, right?” “Yes I do" “That's because of how much good, care, and kindness I show and give to you. But to some other person I don't show these love and goodness, then I'm a scum, I'm a … I'm…” He snapped his fingers as he recalled, “Wicked.”

That feeling— That quiet, creeping realization— That I wasn’t just reading a story. I might be standing in one. I walked toward the exit, not looking back this time. Because something told me— If I did— I’d find Damien watching. And right now… I didn’t want to confirm that.

I would be the perfect, beautiful, expensive reminder he wanted. And while he was busy gloating over his conquered territory, I would be watching. I would be listening. I would be mapping his weaknesses, his tells, his blind spots. I would find the cracks in his armor. I would use his own arrogance against him. I would bide my time, and when the moment was right, I would strike. Not with my fists, but with my mind. Not with defiance, but with deception. I will not let him kill my fire, I thought, the words a silent vow. I will not let him win. He wants a pet? I'll give him a viper in a pretty cage.

Iza spun around, the folder in her hand slipping to the floor, papers scattering like autumn leaves. Dark was standing in the doorway. He was still in his suit, his tie pulled loose, his silhouette blocking the only exit. He didn't look angry. He looked... empty. The "Devil" had returned, and the mask of the lover had been discarded on the floor of the boardroom. "You lied to me," Iza whispered, her voice cracking. "Everything... the debt, the contract... it was all a lie." Dark walked into the room, his boots sounding like a death knell on the hardwood. He stopped in front of her, his gaze dropping to the photo of her father on the wall.

The old man replied looking almost impatient and discontented but still, he gave off a wide fake smile," What's your name, may I ask?" Sinister then looked at me and gave a smile. He smiled? Or is the world coming to an end? The day was becoming so frightening. I mean, since when does he even start doing that? That smile even seemed so charmingly gentle and genuine. The bastard! And his eyes, they hid that coldness, that sharp murderous gaze was gone. Indeed they beheld a tender loving affection towards….. Me? At that moment I realized that his eyes were the most alluring shade of grey ever. He was actually handsome.

She had been nothing but a pawn in his game, and now she was left to grapple with the reality of the man she thought she knew, but who had only ever been a stranger to her. "Dhokebaaz,". (Deceiver). She spat, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and sorrow. The word, drenched in her native tongue, was heavy with the weight of betrayal. But as the syllables hung in the air, he simply frowned, unable to fully grasp the depth of her pain, lost in the meaning of the unfamiliar word. "I don’t believe in this plaything". With a forceful kick, she sent the torn papers scattering across the floor—shreds of their so-called marriage, a union built on nothing but lies and deceit. It was a mockery of