Bierce Dark Deception Novels & Stories

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

“But what exactly does deception mean? Is it talking about the people there?” Persephone asked in bewilderment as they began to discuss what could possibly mean by the ruse or what illusion could lie ahead. On the other hand, Zadicus and his people were going for Ash Zay as well and Ruth asked out of curiosity. “But what exactly does deception mean? Is it talking about the people there?” But thankfully they have Jade with them to provide thorough guidance of that place. “It makes you see what you dread the most. All of us have to see it once, no matter what. We must face our inner demons.” Jade replied calmly.

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.