Deadly Deception Book Novels & Stories

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

In front she sees an embedded lock with a key in it. She turns the key to the left to unlock the mysterious strange book. The book gets unlocked but no words were written in any of the pages, just strange ancient scribes. Elena decides to drop her tears at the center of the book. Which wooshed out an energy and the pages begin to flip on it's own turning bright golden. At that point the book drew away from Elena and struck her dead instantly. Elena wakes up after a few moments to find herself in a dark empty void.

The evidence before me seemed to suggest a sinister motive, but I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to the story that I was missing. I shook my head. Now is not the time to think about it. I need to follow Charles and stop him before he carries out his deadly plan. Before it gets too late. ****** ‘Now is the time.’ I smiled while holding the book that took me months to find, the book of Eklepō.

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.

"Like I said before, your brother is not the all- innocent and sweetie you've seen him as. And stop hating on sinister, he's your only way out of here." I calmed at that, I felt bug eyed. Maybe they were right. If Daniel faked his death, what Can't he do then? "I don't know Alberto, I'm confused." "Oh and," he fumbled my messy hair with his fingers, " Cheer up, Sinister wants to meet with you." That devil!

With practiced ease, she crafted her response, carefully threading the needle between honesty and deception. "What are you saying?" Hazel feigned surprise, her expression a mask of innocence as she sought to deflect Francisco's suspicions. "He has forgotten everything," she continued, her tone measured yet convincing. "He was just trying to get to know me, as I was so familiar with him." The weight of her half-truths hung heavy in the air, a fragile web of deception stretched taut between them. Hazel prayed that Francisco wouldn't see through her carefully constructed facade, her mind racing with the consequences of his discovery.

Then turned the page. Katherine’s Manuscript — Chapter 9 I have started lying. Not big lies. Not obvious ones. Small things. The kind that slip easily into conversation. The kind no one questions. Damien hasn’t noticed. Or maybe he has. He notices everything. That thought lingers longer than it should. Hailey “…great,” I whispered. Because that was exactly where this was going. Not dramatic. Not explosive. Just… small shifts. The kind you don’t catch until you’re already deep in them.

He stood over me, head tilted slightly, dark eyes burning with something intense I didn’t want to name. “You hesitated,” he murmured, voice low and lethal. I swallowed hard, the motion making me hyper-aware of my pulse hammering in my throat. He was still too close, watching me like he was waiting for me to make another mistake. “You do that in the real world,” he breathed, leaning down so his breath ghosted across my cheek, “and you die.” His lips twitched into the faintest, cruelest smirk. “Or,” he added, voice a dark promise, “something worse happens.”

Amber, chocolate, flecks of gold, and in the center a rust-like color. “Why would the death of one of the Killing Corps demand a cleaning?” I asked, staring deep into his eyes. The ticking of the intricate clockworks of his brain could almost be seen as he thought about not only answering the question, but how much to give away if he did. “We’re the sadistic children even the CIA doesn’t want to admit are theirs. Nothing to tie us to them so they can have full deniability.” My heart stopped, and I froze. CIA?

“Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack. Never do that again. You’re crashing at my place because there’s no way I’m letting you stay here unsupervised.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm back🙂🙂 This is my early Christmas present to you guys. I know I was supposed to release book 3 of the WTAH series, but this book has been in the drafts since last year and I need a bit of a break from the series (book 3's ideas are all over the place and I'm still trying to sort through them). Anyway, this book is a standalone and a short story (the chapters might be short too). I know it already sounds off-putting but I promise it's interesting becau