Deceit Novels & Stories

A baritone voice echoed in the facilities, this time with a lot of politeness and humility. A learned and comparatively old man of all ages, with a full white mustache on his face, he nodded wisely,"Signora, la disonestà circola nelle nostre vene invece che nel sangue. Non è un grosso problema per noi ingannare il maestro Mcmaster. Ma non possiamo rivelarci in questo modo. Non ci lascerà vivi se osiamo doppiarlo per il tuo bene ( Madam, Dishonesty circulates in our veins instead of blood. It's not a big deal for us to deceive master Mcmaster. But we cannot reveal ourselves in this way. He won't leave us alive if we dare to double-cross him for the sake of you ),"

Holding a firm grasp on it, I sit criss-crossed on the floor, making myself comfortable and ready to obtain forbidden knowledge. The book was quite small, yet it weighted on my hands. I knew how wrong and grave my actions were, yet I cannot walk away from the scene. I Caress my fingers over the book cover while thinking through what I am about to do. My conscious Unable to give a blind eye to my wrong desires neither am I willing turn away, we make a deal that I would only look at the first page but boy who was I kidding . This book belongs to: S/I, were the only words written on the first page. Feeling unsatisfied with the little information the first page gave, I moved on to the second.

R. I crawled at the center of my lumpy bed, hugging myself as I let out a yawn. I'm tired, hungry and I feel miserable. I closed my eyes while I let the thick silence envelop me in its cold embrace. It did nothing to calm my thoughts, but it help me ease the growing turmoil in my gut. Deceit is an intricately beautiful masterpiece, weaved from countless of lies until it becomes someone else's truth. Perhaps, the deceit Enrico weaved a long time ago had already sunk in his head, making him incapable of grounding himself into the reality of the present.

She felt a surge of anger towards Alice for deceiving her, yet also a sense of shame for allowing herself to be manipulated in such a way. “This is the part I want you to suck, sweetheart. 'Penis' is a childish term. For a grown man like me, it's 'cock' or 'dick'. I don't think I deceived you; it's you who misinterpreted it,” Alice asserted arrogantly. Alice was well aware that he had deceived her, taking advantage of what he perceived as her lower intelligence. He knew she might not fully comprehend the situation, but he refused to acknowledge his own deceit. Instead, he shifted the blame onto Alisha, refusing to accept responsibility for his actions. It was

Greg asked, “How do you know who to use if you can’t see who you were using?” Pellethia took a moment to ponder on how to explain the manipulation process in a manner that a non-decipio could understand, and she began, “Think of your minds as compartments. Each compartment is an aspect of you or your lives - love, fear, resentment, pride, and every other aspect. When we invade the general archives of your minds, we normally pull out only one specific material to deceive what you see. Stronger decipios can pull out more than one at a time. My personal record is eight. Rafael’s is ten. As great as that sounds, it’s actually not that mind-blowing if you explore the intricacies of our ability. H

I saw one fifty two minutes ago. I don't know what to think. My step-father has committed a lot of atrocities, but none, have haunted me quite like him shamelessly revealing the evidence of his arousal to me. I don't want to think too much about it, but my mind doesn't want to stop manufacturing questions I know I do not want to hear the answers to. If only he'd said a word. Just one word. It is said that the Devil is the master of deceit, that he is most adroit at weaving up illusions of false pleasure and decadence that conceal utter apparition. That is how he traps many souls without them even knowing it.

The muscle in his jaw twitched. "I know you'd come here one day looking for answers," the man continued. "It's your birthday today." A smile eased out of his lips. "I came to wish you this morning, but you were sleeping peacefully. As much as my heart is at ease, it also holds the fear that someday the hardships awaiting you will wipe off that peace." Aluxious's face was an impassive mask as he stared at his father's memory. "Your path is filled with deception and greed. The people here would do anything to be in your position. Their greed for power outweighs their morale."

What did she think when she brought Eva between everything? Was she really wanted her sister to reject her own mate? But why would she do anything like that? I didn’t get a chance to think about this when Daniel's mind linked all of us, ‘Angel has mistakenly used salt instead of sugar in the cake. So, make sure that no one will tell her anything about it and hurt her in many ways. Her Lycan, Ivory, can sense the lie, so compliment her efforts that she put into preparing the cake or compliment the cake design or flavor of it in such a way that it wouldn’t be actually a lie. In short, we don’t have to lie but to hide the truth.’

Uriah’s pov ; I felt a flicker of unease deep within me as I observed Xavier, my husband, from across the room. Something was amiss, a subtle shift in his demeanor that raised my suspicions. Betrayal had become an all too familiar companion in my life, and this time, I vowed to uncover the truth. With practiced precision, I played my part, pretending to be oblivious to Xavier's hidden agenda. I carefully orchestrated my actions, ensuring they aligned with his expectations. It was a dangerous game, but I knew that to catch a deceiver, I had to outwit him at his own game.

he inquired, his gaze piercing through Ashley's innocent facade. Undeterred, Ashley spun a web of falsehoods, her words a carefully crafted dance of deception. "I promise to come with you," she declared, her innocent look belying the calculated deceit beneath the surface. The room held its breath, caught in the intricate dance of manipulation, as the outcome of this high-stakes negotiation teetered on the edge of uncertainty. In an abrupt turn of events, Garrick’s voice pierced the air with an accusatory roar. “Liar!” The force of his accusation sent shivers down Ashley’s spine, and those nearby couldn’t help but flinch at the sudden eruption of anger.