Cruel Deception Novels & Stories

" The end of DECEPTION... Find out what happens next in ENTRAPMENT

“Why should I? She deserves the truth. Did he tell you, Valentina? Or did he keep it locked away from you until you were too tangled in his bed to run?” Valentina’s stomach twisted, her pistol trembling in her hand. Rain streamed into her eyes, mixing with sweat, with the copper tang of blood. “Lies, always lies,” Cruz said, spreading his arms, a grotesque mockery of embrace. “This kingdom of wolves is built on deceit. But I? I gave you life. That is a truth no bullet can erase.” The courtyard kept burning around them — men screaming, steel clashing, glass windows exploding under stray rounds. But for Valentina, it all dimmed. The fight blurred at the edges.

“He’s dead.” Gasps ripple through the crowd, and I can see the gears turning in their minds. “He was a traitor,” I continue, my eyes locking onto those who seem too eager to defend him. “He deceived you all. He Was the one who killed the old Alpha and he smuggled magical beings into your territory, kept them captive and sold them, and anyone involved in that treachery needs to step forward now.” ‘Time to flush out the rats,’ Cerberus growls. ‘Let’s see who’s brave enough to show themselves.’

Lives would hang in the balance, sacrifices would be made, and the truth would be laid bare. As the night closed in around us, our determination burned brighter than ever. We would expose the shadows of deception, unmask the puppeteers, and fight for a future where werewolves could live in peace. Little did we know that within our own pack, a traitor lurked in the shadows, their allegiance hidden behind a carefully crafted facade. Their every move was calculated, their loyalty a mere illusion. Unbeknownst to us, they had been feeding information to our enemies, sabotaging our efforts from within. Their deception ran deep, intertwined with the very fabric of our existence.

he said. I stared at him, “Declan, this is a grievous thing to say, not only are you going way out of your way, but you are insinuating that an alpha had planned treason, this could cause war,” I said. My eyes widened, this was Declan, master of mischief, this might be one of his many tricks, but he had sworn on our mother that he wouldn’t. “I know, that is where the decoy azelea comes into place, no one knows anything about what is found and the best way to catch a thief…”

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.

So I didn’t hesitate when I answered. “Don’t worry, Lucien,” I promised softly. “If you leave, I’ll leave too.” Now I understood—it had all been a trap, a game he had carefully orchestrated to deceive me. One of his friends laughed openly. “You pretended your wolf hadn’t awakened just to trick her into transferring with you.” “She’s practically devoted to you. Aren’t you worried she might meet someone else once she’s out there?” Lucien’s reply came without hesitation, dripping with confidence.

His mind went completely blank. "How did this happen? Wasn't Lara fine this morning? How could she be dead? This is fake. It has to be fake!" His eyes turned bloodshot. He grabbed the guard by the collar with both hands and slammed him against the wall. "You're trying to help Lara fake her death so she can leave me forever and escape the torment, aren't you? How much did she pay you? I'll give you ten times that. No, I'll pay you more!" The guard shook his head desperately. "Alpha Erwin, I didn't!"

R. I crawled at the center of my lumpy bed, hugging myself as I let out a yawn. I'm tired, hungry and I feel miserable. I closed my eyes while I let the thick silence envelop me in its cold embrace. It did nothing to calm my thoughts, but it help me ease the growing turmoil in my gut. Deceit is an intricately beautiful masterpiece, weaved from countless of lies until it becomes someone else's truth. Perhaps, the deceit Enrico weaved a long time ago had already sunk in his head, making him incapable of grounding himself into the reality of the present.

"What do you propose we do then? You suddenly coming to me with this idea was unexpected. What do you think we're supposed to do?" He sipped his wine for a while before speaking. "We get revenge on them. We beat them to their own game. The only way we can achieve this is deception." I raised a brow, "Deception?" What is this man talking about? One minute he's asking us to trust each other and now he's talking about deception? Come closer. I hesitated for a while, seeing that he is serious I moved over to him. He whispered his plans in my ears. I understand everything he said, but can I still trust him? What if this is a trap?