Deceit Novels & Stories

“No. You made choices because you don’t trust me. Because somewhere, deep down, you still think I’m fragile enough to break if you told me the truth.” He ran a hand through his wet hair. “That’s not fair.” “No, what’s not fair is me having to find out about the deals you’re making in my name from Alexei.” His jaw tightened. “ I screwed up, but I had my reasons. Alexie, he's just trying to manipulate you” “Don’t dare change the topic,” I said, voice shaking. “Do you think I’m dumb? That I can’t see what’s happening? Irina and Alexei are playing some twisted game, and you’re fighting back like I’m a prize to be won.”

It came from the weight of the unspoken. From that handwritten note left on his desk: Who else accessed this file? From the strange symphony of errors that seemed in tune—but fell out of key when you truly listened. Victoria showed up in too many corners of those failures. Not signing. Not speaking. Just present. Watching. Suggestive. Serene. And that—that was the unsettling part. Because Benjamín understood strategy. He knew manipulation when he saw it. And what he was seeing wasn’t random. It was design.

He trailed off his head lulling as he slumped further in his seat. “And I’m alone again.” I stared at him. How long had it been since I had seen him sleep? Years perhaps. He looked so peaceful, not at all the usual scowl he held for me. Well… He held that look for everything else in life. I lifted my book, scanning over the words. Now I knew where we were headed, I kicked off my slippers, crossing my legs. It was so nice to be out of the house. Well… being home insured that I wouldn’t upset Triston. If I were out, I could cheat. If I worked, I could cheat. If I were happy, I would cheat. If I- my eyes pressed closed. Too much was brewing in my mind. May have been the hangover- or maybe just

The pain and humiliation I had suffered from evaporated, replaced by stark lucidity. "Your thief-crying-thief skill is unmatched," I scoffed. "Who faked poverty? Paralysis? Who liquidated my dad's relic to curry favor with Mark? Who orchestrated a biennial drama solely to avenge him, delighting as I braved tempests to ferry your extravagant feast? You must have savored every moment, right? Who is the real cheater here?" My piercing stare shifted to Mark, noting the vacant finger where the ring once sat. I continued, "You two are the masked puppeteers, plotting, deceiving, and trampling genuine emotions underfoot."

The color drained from his face until he looked twenty years older. "This... this can't be," an elder whispered beside him. "Theo was..." "He was lying to you," I said. "Just like he lied about the mate bond. He killed his Alpha, took his title, and tried to force Leo's daughter into a fake bond so he could solidify his seat on your board."

I can't let out my emotion and risk the troubles that it would bring. The lady left, and Gary put on his clothes, rather slowly, as if trying on the act of seduction. Is he seducing me? Fat chance. “So, how are you?” He asked me, and I smiled, taking a seat, pretending not to mind the spilled cum around, even though I felt like throwing up. “I am indeed fine, Mr Gary, much better as I am in your presence,” I said, and he grinned, obviously eating up my lie. “Well, I am every woman's dream.”

“I knew it! I knew it! We can’t trust anyone!” Kael crouched beside me, voice calm but firm. “Observation is the key. Let the shard guide you. It can discern truth from deception if you allow it.” I focused on the currents beneath the watcher, subtle vibrations of energy intertwined with the shard. Its pulse surged slightly, then steadied. I realized the shard was signaling deception—it could sense the hidden motive, the attempt at influence. “You are not being entirely honest,” I said carefully. “I sense the currents you are trying to mask. You seek to influence, not just guide.”

That the charges included deception, infiltration under false pretenses, and endangerment of pack security through the concealment of an unknown heir. Aria listened to the list and felt the walls of the cell close in.

Looks can deceive those who took a look partially But not those who can see wholeheartedly You looked like an angel descend from the sea of clouds But I saw you as a demon hiding your face at the crowd. Stories can deceive those who just read it But not those who appreciate it. You easily read the passage But I got the message. A smile can deceive those who are happy But not those who are wary You put it to your face easily While I had to wear it having difficulty. Tears can deceive those who see it But not those who feel it. You saw it as tears because of happiness But I felt it as tears because of weakness. Love can deceive those players But not lovers. You called it a game

Not all person that possess naivete looks is innocent and not all arrogance possess depravity. In one mask, there's always two sides. One is the one facing your face that probably know who is the real you. And the other one is the side facing the other people, the side where millions of hidden lies can be found, a diceitful mask that giving you a deceiving looks. The important lesson you must know and never forget is don't be contented on what you are seeing.