Deception 100 Novels & Stories

"It is not without logic." "Yes," Sera said. "Their definition of deception is doing significant work," he said. "If the panel accepts that concealing her voice constitutes material deception the argument holds." "If," Cress said. "If," Finn confirmed. He looked at the document. "The question is what the concealment was in response to," he said. "Deception implies intent to deceive for personal gain." He looked at Sera. "What were you concealing from?" Sera looked at him. "A structure designed to punish accurate perception," she said.

The true death of a deception doesn't happen when the data is printed or when the evidence is cast down onto the marble floorboards; it initializes in the precise, bone-chilling second you look up into the eyes of the man you controlled and realize his gaze is sliding right past your face as if you were nothing but a sheet of dirty glass. When a protector’s easy-trusting nature drops to absolute zero, the engineered tears dry up instantly on your skin, forcing you to drop the fake act, stand up on your own feet, and finally rip off the mask.

“I’ll keep her happy. You keep being our good girl.” The deception was working. But how long could sweet gestures cover up the truth?

So I didn’t hesitate when I answered. “Don’t worry, Lucien,” I promised softly. “If you leave, I’ll leave too.” Now I understood—it had all been a trap, a game he had carefully orchestrated to deceive me. One of his friends laughed openly. “You pretended your wolf hadn’t awakened just to trick her into transferring with you.” “She’s practically devoted to you. Aren’t you worried she might meet someone else once she’s out there?” Lucien’s reply came without hesitation, dripping with confidence.

My smile softens into something sweet, delicate, utterly deceptive. The perfect princess. The perfect lie.

Just enough to wet her lips. Progress. I let a flicker of warmth spiral from my fingers, shaping the candlelight between us into a dancing flame. Not necessary. Just… demonstrative. Her gaze caught it. Good. “The truth is,” I said, letting the flame dissolve back into smoke, “I’ve always found honesty to be a far more effective tool than deception. At least when it comes to long games.” She gave a dry smile. “So this is you being honest?” “Excruciatingly so.”

I knew I had betrayed his trust but the truth was going to come out someday - nevertheless. "He was my boyfriend," I replied, looking up at him. He stood still, shaken to the marrow. Then like a joke, his voice rippled out a devilish laughter. "Was? for how long?" He put in. "Three years." He laughed again, shaking his head in disbelief. "You are 24 years old and you do not act like the professional trained assassin that you are. How then will you be able to handle Tyler Skyler? Have you forgotten that you're supposed to be his secretary in our supposed revenge-plan and no one should know who you are?"

Talia apologized. “I’ve been doing this for decades and I understand how the human mind and body works. Deception is a skill that has been mastered by a handful of people and they’re excellent at it but I have a knack for deciphering things like these and my suspicions brought me to Asher.” I continued. Talia gave me a look but she didn’t say a word so I took it as my cue to continue speaking.

Phoebe scolded me, "You're such a fool. I saw him at the mall buying jewelry with another woman, all smiles. You should interrogate him." I brushed my new haircut. "Why would I do that? I don't love him anymore." Phoebe's eyes lit up. "Should have done so a long time ago. You used to be so lovesick. Now you're more carefree and attractive. Remember that dance leader who kept checking you out? Interested in a new romance?" I shrugged. "Maybe." It was around 11 p.m., but Derrick still wasn't home. I called him, and he answered quickly.