Novelas y relatos de Deceit

His eyes narrowed till I couldn't see the whites of his eyes, "I don't trust you and I know you're not who you're pretending to be. But don't worry, angel, I won't embarrass you by divorcing you. The only way you are leaving this marriage is in a body bag." Of all the threats I'd received that day, his was the one that made my body tremble. It wasn't a threat given in anger or with purpose. It was simply a statement of fact. I would be a fool to think of betraying Roman with his words hanging over me like a cloud of doom. Unfortunately, I was already betraying him by impersonating the real Sofia and I would have no choice but to play Russo's game to hide Sofia's betrayal. This was really the

“Why did you do it?” “What do you mean, ‘do what’?” She shot back. My frustration bubbled to the surface. The relentless games and the tangled web of deceit had worn me thin, and I was desperate for clarity. “Manipulate Dad, I saw you do it.” “It isn’t what you think,” she insisted, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “I was just trying to calm him down. I’m sick of all the conflict. If they want to make a fresh start, they need to let go of the past—but they weren’t going to do that on their own.” Her eyes pierced into mine, an unsettling intensity that felt almost accusatory. In that moment, I recognized the deception woven within her words. It was as if s

"Not all beings between realms are as helpful as I am. Some are drawn to wandering souls, seeking to consume or trap them. Keep moving, Alessia." A chill ran down her spine, but she nodded again, determined to proceed. "Rule three," he said, his voice regaining its edge, "You cannot reveal your identity or the truth of your situation to any living soul, not even the one whose spirit is intertwined with yours. Doing so could alter their fate—and yours—with catastrophic consequences." "Not even them?" Alessia asked, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice. "Not even them," the Time Keeper confirmed coldly. "Your path back must remain unknown to others. Trust the bracelet to guide you."

If it were not for their disheveled hair, flushed faces, and the faint marks on their necks, no one would have guessed that Emmett, the stoic engineer, and Calista, the refined radio announcer, had just been intimate. Emmett nodded when he saw me and stepped aside to let me pass. Calista smiled and greeted me while muttering under her breath, "Deaf woman!" I carefully maintained my usual expression, pretending not to hear anything as I quickly entered the room. The moment I stepped inside, the lingering smell of intimacy made me violently ill. I retched, my stomach contents spewing forth uncontrollably. Emmett cursed at the bad timing and asked Calista to leave while he came in to check on m

My father’s lies, my mother’s death, my secret lineage—they were all part of a tangled web that I could never fully escape from. Victoria remained silent for a moment before speaking again. “Just don’t forget that Sinclair isn’t the only one you have to worry about. There are others who want to see you fall, Daemon.” I stared at her, not sure if she was warning me or trying to manipulate me further. But one thing was clear: I couldn’t trust anyone—not even her. The silence between us stretched, thick and uncomfortable. Finally, I stood, the decision already made. I couldn’t afford to waste time thinking about the consequences anymore. I had to play along with this charade, at least for now.

“You think hiding your voice will make you pitiful or cute? I know you pretend to be dumb for years, but do you know even if you stay dumb forever my mom will NEVER like you more than me.” My pulse throbbed in my ears. “Honestly?” he said, leaning in. “I hope you choke on jealousy.” I hit him again. “DON’T,” I growled.. my real voice slipping out in pure rage. “EVER INSULT AURORA.” Dylan blinked, his mouth dropped open. “Y..you TALK?..” He laughed, and his mouth was bloody. “I thought you will continue pretending. What if I tell Aurora you talk and pretend not to? Then I let her know you do this to manipulate others to pity you.”

She didn't offer condolences; she offered a masterclass in calculated deception. "This is the darkest day of my life," Sophia began, tears welling up in her eyes, expertly playing the role of the devoted, heartbroken wife. "I have just learned the horrifying truth: my husband, Sebastian, has been secretly engaging in these terrible financial practices for years, completely unbeknownst to me." She lied with flawless conviction, claiming she was the victim of Sebastian’s manipulation. She painted herself as the unsuspecting business partner, heartbroken by her husband’s monstrous deception.

Today, I sensed, would bring veils of deception to the forefront actions hidden behind polite words, motives concealed under practiced expressions, and ambitions disguised as loyalty. Adrian’s note rested on the desk, crisp and deliberate as always: Deception will surface. Observe, anticipate, and guide. Missteps are costly. The message was short, but its implications were weighty. In Adrian’s world, deception was never simply malicious; it could be defensive, ambitious, protective, or manipulative, and the challenge lay in discerning intent while managing impact. My pulse quickened with anticipation. Today would test my judgment, intuition, and ability to influence outcomes with subtlety an

“I said I got a new daddy. I know Anton isn’t my daddy, but he’s my Uncle Hudson’s best friend, and when they were younger, he was going to marry my Mommy, but she didn’t want to marry him. They say it’s adult stuff, but when I was hurt, he lied to the doctors and said I’m his daughter. I’m going to tell him that I lied, but please keep my secret. I don’t want the other kids to keep saying that my daddy left. I know he’s Aurelia’s daddy now, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. It does. It hurts really bad.” “I’m sure Anton will forgive you for lying. I know how hard everything is, and I’m sorry you are hurting.” “My daddy came to the hospital and asked me to tell the truth about w

Nobody went west using the King's Road. He hoped that he will find work, that he will be useful to someone. In one village, he found a job, to find the guilty party. The sheriff boasted that he has already found the guilty party. Of course, the sheriff caught the wrong man that even wasn't from this place. Nobody expected that it was gardener, who would blame the dull gardener. He delivered love letters, those that concerned him or weren't to his liking, he changed them. His acts of manipulating lasted for a year, until the coroner caught him. The first man, who had his doubts, was the druid. The gardener mixed up the persons and gave him the letter instead the priestess.