Daze Of Deception Part 1 Novels & Stories

Dale spoke still in her hypnotized position. Zoe looked up ready to counter her claim of understanding. But he was shocked. Dale had removed her gown from her shoulder down to her waist revealing Goosebumps triggering scares. Dale explained her own story and at the end. They both hugged soaking each other's shoulders with tears. "Don't worry okay? That's why I'm here now." Dale assured. "What are you going to do?" "Stop him of course." Dale snapped "And how do you intend to do that?" Zoe asked sensing that Dale might cause greater problems for her.

He wake me up at midnight and took me again, and another one at dawn until I totally pass out. I woke up in the afternoon and I can't feel my lower half, I tried to move and I saw a painkiller and water at the night stand, I reach it and drink two pills. I wait to kick in the medicine and move again. As I sat I see that I was still naked under the duvet. 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.

The video continues. Zade collapsing onto the couch inside the hotel suite. Completely out of it. Then the door slowly closes after Daisy walks in. Smirking. Like she already knows exactly what she’s about to do. Tears sting my eyes. The footage cuts to the next morning. Zade leaving the hotel room. He looks panicked. Confused. Like someone who knows something is terribly wrong but can’t figure out what happened. I turn toward him, tears sliding down my cheeks. Zade meets my eyes.

She screamed immediately her eyes saw him, her thin legs rushing towards him, while her heels made a clicking sound against the floor. "Zira?" Wavy Creased lines appeared on his forehead, his eyes darting between me, Shelly, and Zira's personal assistant. She hugged him tightly, her hands never wanting to let him go for any reason. There was no doubt she was doing this to hurt me. Cole, who was still shocked, stammered while asking her what she was doing around here at such an hour. He knew she was supposed to have Gomez and the reason why she was hugging him with fake tears in her eyes made me wonder what she was about to say next.

Axel chuckled softly, pleased with the first layer of his deception, though he knew this was just the beginning of a larger game. Back in his own home, Zane adjusted his cufflinks and finally collapsed into bed, exhausted from the evening. Lying in the dark, he stared at the photo of Cana on his phone, his chest tightening. Her smile, once full of light, felt like a distant memory. Zane closed his eyes, clutching the phone as sleep finally pulled him under. In his dream, he found himself standing in an endless void of blackness. The air was thick and cold yet tinged with a strange heat that clung to his skin. He looked around, disoriented until a faint figure appeared in the distance.

“Deception travels, like a blackening swarm of ravenous flies, landing on the innocent, infecting them, changing them. Coloring them, these innocents, with the sins of those who deceived first.” They were walking now, his arm guiding her down the hall toward the room lit only by flickering flame. A waiting cavern of dark wood and leather couches. Past the paintings of Saint Sebastian the Deceiver. He of the torso that reminded her of cold white marble and the sad eyes and chubby ankles. She blinked, the hall, the paintings, the crystal chandelier glowing on the ceiling of the large room they were entering, blurring for the quickest of moments. “You have lied,” he said again.

My name hung in the air like the clanging of a church bell, the next ring coming before the other disappeared, each time louder than the time before. My knees gave way as my retreat met with the freshly painted wall. I couldn't back any farther away. Down was my only option. As I descended into a crouching position, so did Nox. Our physical connection severed, though our gaze remained set. Afraid to look away, from the corner of my eye I saw her face. Not that of Deloris, now holding tightly to the doorjamb, her complexion as pale as the walls, but of Jocelyn. She smiled knowingly up from the floor near my feet, still clad in the Louboutins. The high heels forced my knees toward my breasts.

This was not the rage of a man threatened; it was the dread of a man recognizing a trap. Darius tilted his head. “Enough.” The screens behind him divided into dozens of smaller images, each one glitching between corrupted files and surveillance fragments. Mae saw flashes she did not understand, a golden chamber, a burning tower, a nursery written in light, and herself standing with five shadows around her body like wings. The images vanished too quickly to hold. Then one remained.

More aligned with the First Dark’s original beliefs. “I am Doubt,” it said. Its voice was heavy. Resigned. Certain of failure. “I am the piece that believes nothing is better. That believes existence is suffering. That believes erasure is mercy. And I will prove it. I will experience your precious existence. I will feel your claimed connection. I will understand your supposed meaning. And then I will report that everything you said was lies. Everything you promised was false. Everything you believe is wrong. And the First Dark will erase all existence. Will return everything to perfect peaceful nothing. Will end this failed experiment forever.”

"Apparently it works on pimples too. She swore by it." "Irabella." My name in his mouth. One word. Said without inflection, without accusation — and somehow worse for both, because the absence of those things meant he wasn't reacting, meant he was still inside the calculation, still running the evidence against the instinct, and the instinct was not losing. "That's the truth." Another laugh, thinner than the first, the architecture of it starting to show. I kept my eyes on his and willed my pulse to slow and it refused completely. "Daemon, why would I need a scent-hiding potion? What would I even be hiding?"