Deadly Deceptions Novels & Stories

My instincts claw toward the surface, desperate to reconnect. But I stay silent. Dead. Invisible. Because this is how we win. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Outside, in the real world, they’re already mourning me. The broadcast was surgical - Victor’s masterpiece of digital theater. Across global networks, a deep-fake assassination played in cinematic perfection: Elena Cassadine—me—cornered in a rebel stronghold, her twin standing above her, issuing final words before a directed-energy burst disintegrated my body. There was no scream. No gore. Just light. And silence.

He knew what was going on. "What's happening?" I asked him, my voice shaking with fear. Derek's face was grim. "It's Kaye," he said. "She's been spreading rumors about you, telling people that you're a liar and a fake. She's trying to ruin your reputation." I felt a wave of shock and horror wash over me. Kaye was behind this? She was trying to destroy me? As I looked around the room, I saw that the chaos was starting to die down. The eggs had stopped flying, and the shouting had begun to subside.

Hold it out. “This is the kill switch. Plug it into any Apex terminal with admin access. It triggers a cascading wipe, every merger document, every backdated valuation, every email chain. The deal dies. Horizon wins. And Blackwood goes down for fraud, embezzlement, and, thanks to tonight, possible accessory to murder.” I don’t move to take it. “Why tell me?”

I’m realizing the full horror of what I’ve created while saving my sons. Negotiable death that can be weaponized by anyone, turning ending into negotiable murder available to all. “We need to restrict knowledge of the exploit,” I say urgently. “Keep it secret so only Keepers can weaponize death.” “Too late,” Alistair’s voice says grimly. “The Shepherds learned it while fighting you. They’re already spreading the knowledge as revenge for losing werewolf death control. Within hours, beings across realities will know how to weaponize negotiable death.”

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

Caldwell suddenly claimed he needed to return to the coast and halted my mother’s treatment. My mother, Elena Rossi, suffered from severe heart failure. Without Dr. Caldwell's proprietary treatment, she could die at any moment. Dante called me. His voice was as cold as January in Boston. "Sofia, post a clarification video immediately. Say the marriage certificate was photoshopped. Say the academic fraud was something you fabricated. Otherwise, your mother’s oxygen supply at the hospital might be ‘accidentally’ cut off." The moment I heard that, my phone slipped from my hand.

Vincelli made a sickening chuckle and I felt lightheaded thinking about that, “Ana- Maria's dead? She killed her sister?" "Oh the things that girl would do for me." He sighed in awe. “I know what this is, you enjoy it, don't you? Turning people against each other, families, killing lovers, causing pain to others, to children- you have a God-complex agenda. You live for it." "You know, I always admired you, Archer Devereux, you and that Sinister Salvatore. I just love the scenario." “Beep Beep Beep. Guys." Moe's voice suddenly echoed, "We're in the basement right now and we just found Miss Violet Proca and Vitaly Orlov's body dumped down here."

He gestured to the four masked men who aimed their pistol at Massimo. "Mass....Vincent is in!" Hyacinth muttered. "Don't worry, he can't do a thing" he assured. "Then why is he here?" She asked. "The deal ends today because Godmother is dead!" Alejandro winked and Massimo gasped. "What! How?" He asked curiously. "I freaking killed, she's taking a whole lot of time.." he paused and faced somewhere else. "Who still stays alive at 85!!!" He grinned evily as he faced Massimo.

The doctor lingered in indecision before finally signaling us to proceed behind him. The office interior revealed a desk where a file lay already prepared. At the page's apex my name appeared while below a comprehensive report confirmed my admission on the janitor's murder night with a stab wound. The deception merged flawlessly with reality creating an indistinct boundary between truth and falsehood. My stomach twisted. Alexander retrieved the file and scrutinized its contents with keen precision before giving a nod. This will do. ” The physician gulped with difficulty. "I hope so. ” My heart battered my ribcage while we departed the hospital yet I stayed silent. The burden of our recent ac

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.”