Deadly Deceptions Novels & Stories

My heart skipped. I moved closer, scanning the titles until one name leapt out at me like a struck nerve. Dead Viles… The moment I read it, my stomach twisted to nausea. I pulled the text free and opened it, my fingers trembling despite myself. Unlike Lunareeth, this book was filled with dense writing, diagrams etched in faded ink, and warning seals pressed into the margins. Dead Viles. A deadly, ancient poison. I started reading about it, and the more I read, the more my heart shuddered with a cold chill…

he said quietly. I leaned in, voice low. “Then don’t provoke me with locked doors.” For a long moment, we stood like that. Two people in a mansion full of watchers. Then Damien spoke, slower. “That wing is closed. It is not a mystery for you to solve. It is not a game.” “What is it, then?” I demanded. His eyes narrowed. “A grave.” My breath caught. A grave. Katherine. The word slammed into my thoughts like a door.

You tried to manipulate me with your stories but you forgot what I had told you that nothing will work on me. I accept that I always acted foolish just to save our marriage but I have no reasons to dig the grave of my self respect. Not even your love has that power for which I should compromise with my self respect. I'll snatch everything from you and your so called parents. After that you all will be on roads. Or I should say behind the bars for doing fraud. My Deceitful Husband also deserves to get deceived from the love of his life. He should know the taste of deceit.

Their black identical coats draped over their huge forms with their dress shoes looking immaculate. Soft curls styled to perfection and multiple rings adorning their fingers. They all looked the same but in different ways. What caught my eye were the black-inked words craved into their knuckles on each of their right hands it didn't look like a sentimental thing and the design was what made it clear. It looked dangerous, hazardous even. смерть перед бесчестием (Death before dishonor) That was sketchy as fuck, sketchier than them kidnapping me but I knew that nobody could be trusted and I felt that the trio had their own skeletons hidden away in their closets along with demons to fight.

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

Each interaction dripped with malice, a twisted tango between broken souls trapped in their personal hells. As I poured drinks with a macabre precision, I wove a web of deceit, engaging in whispered conversations that dripped with malice. The bar became a theatre of wickedness, a place where secrets were exchanged like cursed trinkets, each word laced with a dark, insidious intent. I reveled in the decadence, embracing the darkness that consumed me, for it was in the depths of despair that I sought my redemption.

"If I do this, if I fake my death—I cannot contact anyone. Albert. Antonio. Grace. They will think I am really gone." "They will grieve. That grief will be authentic. X-One and X-Two will detect authentic grief and accept your death as real. Fake grief gets noticed. Real grief sells the deception." X-Three grabbed my flickering hand. "You want to protect them? Make them believe you are dead. It is the only way." "How do I know you are not just X-One wearing a conscience as camouflage? How do I know this is not another layer of manipulation?"

I ask, dumbfounded, low-key having the idea. “You think I'm the only miserable bitch here who fucks any potential cock she can find?” she asks venomously. “No, Keila. I know everything. I know everything about you and Jordan…” My heart is on my throat and my eyes twitch in anxiety. “and also his brother…Sebbastian Steele.” By this time, my other leg follows and they're completely in sync as I retreat slowly. After hearing the words she speaks, terror sucked the very breath and words from mine. I hear a faint gasp: I didn't realize it's my own not until later.

" The end of DECEPTION... Find out what happens next in ENTRAPMENT