Deceiving Synonym Novels & Stories

Her actions damaged the reputation I worked so hard to build so I could never forgive her for it. In order to hide my immense hatred in front of Olivia, I pulled myself together and put on a fake smile like I always do in front of her. I needed to be in her good books as you know what they say....keep your friends close but your enemies closer! "Good morning! I hope you are doing better today after what happened to you yesterday! It was so heartbreaking to hear what you had to go through" I faked my concern for her. I, in fact was happy and a little giggly to hear that all those things happened to her. I guess karma really is a b*tch. Olivia really deserved every bit of what happened to her.

“Right, but how am I supposed to make myself look 20 years older? There’s only so much I can do, and even then, I doubt it’ll do much.” “I’ve already thought about that. You can just say you have a rare genetic disorder that makes you look younger than you already are.” “This all seems more complicated than simply telling your parents the truth.” “I know, but I enjoy keeping this part of my life a secret. There’s just something thrilling about living a double life. I’ll tell them when I get bored or tired of it.” The next night… He came back at the arranged time and got ready. “Look at you,” Myrine complimented. “I’d be shooting my shot if I was straight and you were a bit older. Don’t compl

I figured he is not that stiff and stoic like he's boss. "I'm fine. No need to get me anything," I said as feminine and elegant as I could. Peter told me it is how Analiese talks like. Though, he didn't say that I should try so hard to copy it since the people haven't here met her anyway. Still, I want to do my job right and avoid making mistakes as much as possible. If Mr. Beaumont would know that I'm deceiving him this whole time, then I will be good as dead meat.

I had to let on nothing about the robbery, the new car, or the cheating. ​"Yes. My friends," I said, offering a tight, weak smile that felt like a lie. ​He returned the gaze, his expression unchanging, then finally took his hand away from my elbow. ​"And how are they?." He asked, burying his hands on his pocket. “They're okay, thanks”. I smiled. Out of nervousness and exhaustion, I turned to walk away with an apologetic look. “Wait, Kylie! Your keys!”. He yelled.

“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.”

" Amelia's eyes widened, and she immediately clicked on the article, her mind racing to process the sudden turn of events. The article revealed that Alexander was not just the successful businessman he claimed to be— he was an undercover agent working for a top-secret government agency. She searched for confirmation and came across a video embedded in the article. With trembling hands, she pressed play, and the screen came alive with Alexander's face. He was standing in front of a crowded auditorium, delivering a passionate speech about his mission to eliminate corruption and protect innocent lives. Amelia's mind whirled with a mix of disbelief and confusion. She had been drawn into Alexande

Why would I risk my husband's wrath after that? To Alton's knowledge, I'd never lied to him. In many ways, I believed he thought himself above my deception. What the great Alton Fitzgerald didn't realize was that I'd been taught to deceive by the best. When I finally broke off my relationship with Oren, it was for one reason: I wanted more of him—his companionship, his adoration, his love. I wanted a life unlike anything I'd ever before known. I wanted it more than I wanted anything else.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. That was exactly what Bridgette did to Philip. She trapped him into believing that the child she was carrying was his, even though she knew it was terribly wrong. But when Philip discovered the truth, he was furious and filed for divorce. What would happen to her child? Who would the child grow up calling "Dad"? What if, one day, fate brought her face to face with her child's real father again? Would she finally tell him that their one unforgettable night had created a life? Or would she once again let another man bear the responsibility for her child? Enjoy reading! ^_^

“Is it?” “Yes, there are words within Fae that when combined with a certain inflexion can imply deceit,” he had set the book to the side and leaned forward on his chair, his golden hair sweeping forward over his shoulder. “For example…” he spoke a phrase and then repeated it with a very subtle difference in the pronunciation. “The first is straight Fae, but the second implies there is a hidden deceit.” “Why would they have a language that is designed to tell you that they’re being deceitful?” I wondered.

Pete asks me and my cheeks heated I guess I am blushing. "N-n-no" I stuttered and hit his arm, and he laugh softly. "Are you sure?" he asks me "Yeah... maybe you just usually use sweet words when you flirt with others" I said to him. "Seriously?! First you think I am not romantic, now you accuse me that I am flirting with others with my sweet words" Pete said to me in amusement and I was taken a back. "Hey, I'm sorry... I am not that fond of sweet words that comes from outside of my family" I grab his arm and said it to him with pleading eyes.