Cruel Deception Novels & Stories

“We need to move.” Just as he was about to retort, something jumped over them. Aluxious snarled as he caught the night creeper in his clawed hand. “You’re hiding something.” His voice grew animalistic as his beast surfaced. He crushed the creature’s skull. “I shouldn’t feel your emotions. But I do.” He caught another creature and plunged his claws deep, pulling out his innards. Reyna sliced a creature twisting her upper torso she sliced off a creature’s limb before plunging her sword into its belly. Her wild blue gaze met his as she dragged the blade upward to the creature’s neck, mutilating him.

And for all else, the soul that is split into two is just the right one to be a sacrifice for these entire dark charades. “Well then.” Preparing himself to draw the plan that is long set at hand. He draws his signature cunning smile as he chooses the first sin to be embodied and all towards the holder who is all smitten by his lies. “Lies, pride, and deception. Let’s see where are we going with this little game, we are now playing against each other. Kyle.” More than just willing to take the end of the spear and smear the ground with the necessary blood for the ultimate sacrifice. The moment flew by fast, as he went down his carriage and was welcome by her smile, all as he calls out his name

The room seemed to crackle with deceit, the air heavy with the stench of betrayal. Cindy carefully positioned herself on the bed, beside William, her every move designed to create the illusion of intimacy. She gazed at him with feigned affection, her eyes filled with false adoration. In her twisted mind, she was playing the role of the scorned lover to perfection, a master manipulator weaving a tale of infidelity and betrayal.

As I stepped closer, the cold concrete floor beneath me felt like the only solid thing in this vortex of chaos and deception. His head tilted slightly, the slick veneer of his confidence disturbed by the unexpected turn in my words. His dark eyes narrowed, scanning my face for any hint of deceit. I could almost hear the cogs of his twisted mind grinding against each other, processing my words against the script he had written in his head. A script where I fell to my knees, pleading for Jacob's life, pledging my undying loyalty to him once more. A script ending with a bullet in Jacob's heart, a cruel punishment for my perceived betrayal. But I was not a puppet in his play.

Behind him, the maker settled into a chair salvaged from the mill's former office, her ancient eyes bright with anticipation of the psychological torture about to unfold. "Remember," she called after him, "the sweeter the deception, the more exquisite her despair when truth is finally revealed. Make her believe in salvation before you show her damnation." As the creature that wore Damien's face emerged into the purple twilight, it carried with it centuries of predatory experience and a maker's sadistic creativity. The man who had chosen love over hunger, who had spent sixty years proving that redemption was possible, was gone as completely as if he had never existed.

Connor practically charged out of the venue. He didn't even bother to change out of the cumbersome formal attire. The old pier was surrounded by patrol vehicles. The air reeked of blood and a faint smell of silver rust that made every werewolf instinctively tremble with fear. It was a poison engineered for our kind, designed to prevent healing and amplify agony. It was a contraband so dangerous that it was strictly banned even on the black market. Chris stood at the entrance of a warehouse with his back against the flashing police lights, holding a transparent evidence bag.

***** Hours Later Jonah Johnson paced back and forth in his office, listening to the words of Michel, his personal assistant and right-hand man, unable to believe the ruse he had been subjected to. “Mr. Jonah, we could not have known of such a deception. When we contracted this company, it had the best rating on the market, the materials offered were of the best quality, even for several months it worked correctly, none of our clients complained about the material used, until now”. The assistant explained, while pulling his shirt collar, as if he wanted to loosen it, because he felt it was tight, he had the impression of suffocating, although he was worried, because he feared that his boss,

Dance with the Devil is a song by Immortal Technique that I once heard. After dancing with a rumored devil in the flesh, I don't know why I can still recall these songs. Nicholas is a peculiar and mysterious individual. When I questioned him about our relationship, he replied, "I'll show you." Shortly after, he had my legs spread wide and had his cookie all to himself while I was resting on my back. I keep wondering just what that particular moment meant. Am I just a gullible young woman who just abandoned herself to a stranger? Love is supposedly blind, but I don't believe it to be more blind than I am. If a blind man can accurately play piano notes. I ponder how I can't notice the danger r

“You shouldn’t be in here.” “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have lied to me.” A heavy silence stretched between us. Then, he sighed, stepping into the room. “It’s complicated.” “No,” I said firmly. “It’s criminal.” His face paled. “You don’t understand—” “I understand perfectly,” I cut in, my voice rising. “You made a deal with the devil. You let Sterling sink his claws into our family. And now we’re trapped.” His eyes darkened. “I did what I had to do.”

He really meant his words of having her impersonate his bride. “You mean I'll wear a silicone mask and impersonate your wife for a year?.." she breathed “How am I even so sure that you aren't deceiving me? What if you tell me to impersonate her forever?" She questioned further. “No” he said and walked over to her, his eyes were red already — the effects of the elimination, coupled with that of the alcohol. “It's just a year, I promise. I have a task to complete too within that period” he said, referring to the safe box he's still bent on finding.