Cunning Novels & Stories

The horrendous complexity of the technique presented her with indefinite branches of probabilities to choose from. ‘Doors!’ She muttered as her eyes turned wet, ‘There are infinite doors!’ The reason for her troubles was her innate gift. In all her life, her gift had let her see-through her opponent's moves. Unfortunately, in front of him, the gift itself became a curse. SINGULARITY’s whole point was to offend and cage opponents’ senses.

"It's very rare to see people like you who are responsible, clear-headed, not reckless, not impulsive, and also brave in this society nowadays. You're really incredible. You may not know about this, but we have also already been watching this man named James Dunn for a very long time. The reason we have not moved in on him was that we have no concrete evidence yet. There were a few women who had already reported him before you, but all of them were unable to produce any strong evidence. This person is very cunning. He never leaves behind any substantial evidence. Also, he had also been successful with every woman that he had tricked. Those women loved his gent

he mumbled in his breath but I caught it. " Then just great! Yes great! you spoil my beautiful life only because you were the prey of misunderstanding and drugs. You loved me but hurt me wow! Never had heard such kind of joke before " I taunt him and cursed his so-called cousin sister rooh. Bloody bitch! Only because of her he did that to me.

he says. “Why is it lower quality?” “Because it will deteriorate faster.” I think for a while. “How about a dozen of mimicked laquisha?” Brandon looks up at me again and grins. “Harbin is doing a great job in teaching you.” I nod, even if it's Klevon who taught me about driving a hard bargain, especially with the nobles. Harbin teaches me the good things about maneuvering the castle issues, and Klevon is the one who gives me a warning. He teaches me the evil in everyone’s heart for the pursuit of power.

Since I got mated to a slave, Calista, I have come to love her so dearly, and nothing is going to separate me from her, not Menelik, not Alpha Barak, not even death. In the game of power, the best strategy isn’t always a show of force, it’s deception ― a smoke screen to draw people’s attention away from one’s true goal. We need an element of trickery, just like the snake, to glide through rough terrains, in our everyday life. Though I’m disabled, over the years, I’ve mastered the art of trickery, it gives me an unseen edge above the others.

or die trying. _____________ I need a princess willing to sacrifice like me to maintain order, justice and balance. The contestants lean forward, eager to hear the next words. But Celine, a sly, lewd smile on her face, doesn't budge. The rest of the family seems equally calm. Her little brother manages to stifle a yawn. They know who the chosen one is.

“A wolf's true strength lies in his ability to adapt and outwit his rivals. With these documents, my rule will be unassailable, and I will become the undisputed leader of Wolf World.” As Cinhard continued his clandestine work, he knew that his devious plot would require not only cunning but also a steady hand and a silver tongue to ensure his ascent to power went off without a hitch.

The Cunningham family's signature technique was a blend of offense and deception, attacking head-on while hiding a lethal strike in the chaos. This combat method was originally an advanced technique invented by an ancestor of the Cunningham family on the battlefield, and Conrad had mastered its essence deeply. Unfortunately for him, his opponent was no ordinary fighter; it was Andrew. Facing Conrad's attacks, Andrew mainly relied on defense and evasion. He rarely counterattacked actively. That was why Conrad was so agitated and contemptuous.

The word landed exactly where it was meant to. “I’m not,” Clara replied evenly. Serena’s eyes flicked to Adrian for half a second long enough to register satisfaction. “Well,” Serena said, touching Adrian’s arm lightly, “this evening is about generosity. I think it’s wonderful you’re here. It sends such a strong message.” “What message?” Clara asked. Serena smiled. “That you’re supported.” Clara felt it then. The trap. Support, framed publicly, was indistinguishable from patronage. And Serena had just wrapped it in silk and handed it to the room.

Ellie struck blindly with the broomstick; Cerebus dodged without snapping, brushing close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath. “Perfect,” she whispered. “Again.” Other days, she hid things — tennis balls marked with chalk sigils tucked into trees, buried beneath the soil, balanced on the edge of the roof. Cerebus had to find them all. Alpha sniffed carefully, Beta methodically swept the ground, while Gamma cheated by leaping straight for the rooftop with a mischievous bark. Ellie clapped, laughing so hard she fell onto the grass. “Gamma, you little cheat! That’s not strategy, that’s—” She broke off, giggling. “Actually, never mind. That’s brilliant. Keep it.”