Daze Of Deception Part 1 Novels & Stories

“Yes, I am, but I would be a little late. We have a new senior agent on our side. Keep an eye on her.” “A senior agent? How? We didn't get any files for the application, nor did we get any heads up! He said surprisingly and I sighed. “Exactly my point, I don't trust her, so keep an eye on her, before I come at least,” I told him before ending the call. I held my forehead, feeling pain. My eyes grew dizzy, and I had to use my arms to navigate before finding my drawer. Opening it with shaky arms, I took out the Dorsette box in it, removing the medicine in it, and swallowing it.

You know that strange awareness you get when someone is looking directly at you? It’s impossible to ignore. Finally, I opened one eye slightly. Just enough to see. Damien was leaning against the doorframe. Watching me. “Are you finished pretending?” he asked. I shut my eyes again. “Maybe.” His footsteps crossed the room slowly. Not rushed. Never rushed. The mattress dipped beside me. Then I felt his hand move a piece of hair away from my face. “You’re a terrible actress,” he said quietly. I sighed and opened my eyes.

My vision blurred. I looked up, trying to focus and froze. Rowan was walking toward us. Or… two Rowans? I squinted, swaying slightly. “Oh,” I murmured, a weak laugh slipping out. “See? Two Rowans are coming.” Selene caught me just as my knees gave out and the world went dark. ........ I woke up, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over me. I looked up to see Rowan sitting on the couch with his laptop.

When both of them are observing me, it feels like playing a game of guessing in an unknowing way. I slide into the car. My pulse? A drum of war in my ears. Ethan follows. As Damien lies down, the doors close with a gentle click. The silence is suffocating. Then—. A folder is taken from Damien's jacket by him. Slides it across the seat. He leans his back and says: “You’re in this game for a while, Isabella. Keep reading.” You know who they are? I don't move. I don't breathe.

she whispered, her voice barely audible. Damon crouched beside the stone, his expression dark. “A marker. It’s their way of saying they’re watching.” Hazel’s hand instinctively moved to her pendant, its faint warmth now a burning heat against her skin. She knelt beside Damon, her fingers brushing against the stone. The moment she touched it, a searing pain shot through her head, and her vision blurred. --- Flashes of darkness consumed her mind—a throne bathed in fire, shadowy figures closing in, Damon standing alone with blood on his hands. A voice echoed in her ears, low and menacing: “The queen will fall. The king will break. And the darkness will reign.”

These were what flashed in his head like he was being programmed and without a second thought, he grabbed a flower vase and smashed it on her head. “Arrgh!” Alessia screamed in pain as the base destroyed completely, its flowers falling down in bits. Immediately, the doorbell rang and he spared her a last glance, watching her groan in pain before leaving the room. It was like he was being brainwashed because desperation pushed out some actions he couldn't control. He descended the stairs with long strides and getting to the main door in the sitting room, he opened the door to see a delivery girl. Earlier, he had ordered food for both him and his fiancée.

We need to act now before it becomes too late. Isabella pulled back, the impact of Clara's words crashing onto her. She wished to trust Clara, yet every aspect of their history led her to doubt the sincerity of the proposal. "I’m not sure," she replied, her voice shaking with unease. "I'm not certain whether I can rely on you, Clara." You have deceived me previously. “How can I be certain this isn’t another trap?”

(THIRD POV) Vanessa’s mouth went dry. Her mind raced, trying to grasp onto any coherent thought, but all she could focus on was the cold dread spreading through her veins. Maxwell’s gaze bore into her. The whites of his eyes reddening Caleb subtly squeezed her arm, a silent plea for her to follow along with his ridiculous lie. The room seemed to shrink around her as time stretched on painfully. Vanessa’s lips parted, but no sound came out at first.

Joseph's countenance held a peculiar mix of emotions, pausing for a brief moment before he responded, "Africa." A hush descended upon the room at this revelation. Africa? The incredulity was palpable. Clearly, this was a deliberate ploy orchestrated by the unknown adversary. "Who could secretly be assisting us?" Shiloh's murmured query reflected his contemplation. Suddenly, a memory stirred—he recalled Julia's words from the previous day. She had insinuated that hypnosis was sufficient, asserting that Jared need not resort to extreme measures. Glancing at the video's entranced subjects, he found their behavior consistent with hypnotic influence. Then, there was the enigmatic figure from the

A sense of impending doom hovered over me, fueled by the suspicion that I was about to uncover more reasons to despise Landon, that deceitful snake. Flipping through the pages of the album, I found Mirage and Landon captured in moments of apparent happiness. Their smiles, once genuine, now felt like a cruel joke. Images of them shopping, enjoying a picnic, and the magnificence of their wedding day filled the pages. They seemed inseparable, the embodiment of eternal bliss. Little would one know that Landon was not one to appreciate goodness but rather to taint it with his deception.