Cruel Deception Novels & Stories

For him, the best punishment and torture for Crista was not telling her true identity. Turning slowly, William squatted down, his eyes on a level with Bert. "I hope you aren't lying to me, Bert, or I would make you wish you were dead.” Whoever fooled William was fated to suffer. What was more, Bert had always been a greedy man. He probably unconcealed those secrets for his selfish purposes.

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.

I was looking for Pete but he was nowhere to be found, and it sank in my mind that maybe he regret being with me and my heart aches. I stand and make my way to the bathroom, I shower and I cry silently letting my tears be drown by the running water, I felt I was been deceit, betrayed, and abandoned. I clean myself and change some clothes and stare at the ceiling after I plop down to bed. My memories from last night was still from my mind and I cry again, thinking that Pete would never looked at me for who I am, he still thinking I am Mike the guy who betray him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Her words hung heavily in the air, leaving me in disbelief. “And now, onto the most crucial part, my ‘death,’” she continued, her tone lowering into a sinister whisper. “It required audacious risks, but with Dima by my side, it was achievable. We orchestrated my ‘death,’ carefully planning the moments when he would shoot me, ensuring that I wouldn’t succumb immediately. It involved enduring pain, yes, but I was willing to bear it for my grand scheme. I even went so far as to manipulate and kidnap the doctor’s wife and child to secure his cooperation.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I grappled with the enormity of her deception and cruelty.

I'm taking her treaty tonight but I'll never marry her. Standing stiffly, I simply reply. “I find the truth always comes out. Always, Luna Elle.” “Oh I certainly hope you’re right. There is nothing worse than realising you’ve been made a fool of,” staring at me without a flinch. The Luna Elle, who could convincingly plan a coup and leave her sister brutalised and abandoned for four years, has finally revealed herself. She matches my stare, studying my expression and finding my revulsion before adding. “At least the punishment for deception is always the most justified.”

I had witnessed the manipulation, the deceit, and I was ready to expose every last bit of it. It was hard to believe that just weeks ago, Niyla had been caged by their lies—Ivory and Hilda’s insidious web weaving around her, ensnaring her dreams with promises tinged with malice. They’d manipulated her like a puppet, turning her life into a cruel game for their amusement. The thought sent a rush of anger coursing through my veins.

“Ready, yes… but not all battles are fought with claws and teeth. Some are fought with trust, deception, and the careful placement of allies. One misstep, and everything we’ve built could collapse.” The tension in his words set Lena’s nerves alight. She had seen the brutal side of the pack, had felt the feral surge of power and instinct in the heat of battle—but now, the war had moved into the shadows of politics and deception. And she knew that this game could be deadlier than any fight she had faced before.

The important lesson you must know and never forget is don't be contented on what you are seeing. Because the truth can be seen beyond what is obvious I am Graciela Hope Villanovo, the woman behind the deceitful mask...

Liam had snatched whatever I had. I didn't know when my tears started to fall. All I did in my life was cry. Pregnancy should be a nice period in a woman's life. But it seems like I am not included in that category. I have been crying throughout my pregnancy and I am tired of it. I wanted it to end so that I could enjoy this period with a smile. I want to be loved. But it looks like I am asking for something which is not in my destiny. In Cruel Destiny.

As far as I was concerned, I wasn't worth him sacrificing his relationship for. Beside me, Mirage's laptop held another damning piece of evidence – a video of their wedding ceremony. I hesitated before pressing play, bracing myself for the emotional turmoil that awaited. The screen flickered to life, displaying the vows they exchanged, the laughter shared, and the promises made. It was a charade, a performance masking the treachery that lurked beneath the surface.