Deception Romane & Geschichten

she asked painfully. "Because I’ve learned not to trust you. My love didn’t stop you the last time. So now, I need something stronger to keep you from leaving again." "You’re unbelievable..." she said, voice trembling with unshed tears. "You loved me because you thought I was Julia. Don’t include that here. What we had was bound to end the way it did. I knew from the start you'd hate me once you found out the truth—" "Because you deceived me!" "You never let me explain!" she shouted. "You know nothing, Sake! And yet you hated me like I was the worst person alive! You judged me without even hearing me out!"

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."

The decks were reshuffled. So, that's how she's doing it, he thought. After all these years, she still hasn't changed. Let's beat her in her own game. Now, I know that there is no miracle at work. He sat down, observed her movement. Six cards, she has drawn, he had done the same. Not a bad hand, not at all. Four of his six cards were units; the one of the last two was a magical card while the other was a spy. The shaman wasn't a complete novice; he had observed a championship in this game. Lots of tricks he has in his pocket and he knows the right time to use them.

“I’d say that would be irritating, but I suppose those who know you refrain from deception in your presence.” Pushing a silver braid over her shoulder, Alpha Octavia replied, “Being wholly honest is harder than you might think, Andronika. Nearly everyone is misleading someone about something, even if it’s simply themselves. Words stated could be the truth but the tone or attitude is deceptive, and my gift does not inform me of the difference, simply that something in the transaction is deception.” Taking a bite of food, she chewed and swallowed.

“He’s displaying this engagement like it’s some great achievement. But it’s a pretense, Victoria. He doesn’t love her—this is a business deal, nothing more. If we can expose that, turn her against him…” Victoria laughs scornfully, her confidence returning. “And you think she’ll fall for you instead?” “I don’t need her to fall for me,” Julian replied sharply. “I just need her to doubt him. If we can plant the right image of Alex to her, this whole deception will dissolve” Victoria nodded slowly, her mind already working through the possibilities. “And what about me? What’s my role in this?” Julian’s voice turned cold. “Keep your enemies close, Victoria. Make yo

He really meant his words of having her impersonate his bride. “You mean I'll wear a silicone mask and impersonate your wife for a year?.." she breathed “How am I even so sure that you aren't deceiving me? What if you tell me to impersonate her forever?" She questioned further. “No” he said and walked over to her, his eyes were red already — the effects of the elimination, coupled with that of the alcohol. “It's just a year, I promise. I have a task to complete too within that period” he said, referring to the safe box he's still bent on finding.

Every fear, every doubt. I couldn’t stop replaying the conversation we had. The way he was so confident in his belief that I would eventually be his. That no matter how much I resisted, no matter how much I told myself I wouldn’t fall for his games, he would have me. He said it so casually, as though it were a simple fact. And, damn him, part of me—no matter how much I hated it—almost believed him.

" His voice echoed like a blade. My pulse spikes. I try to pull away. He doesn't let me. “It's nothing,” I say. Lie. He sways more and more. “Please don’t deceive me.”. Despite my heart-pounding shiver, I still managed to laugh with great force. “You have no right to demand the truth from me, Ethan.” He sighed. When you keep your own secrets, it's not possible. His jaw flexes. His speech emits a flickering light, leaving it unreadable.

“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

"Look at me." He does, and I see it, the fear, the guilt, the desperate hope that I'll accept his explanations and let this go. I've seen that look before, in warriors who've made mistakes they can't undo, in subordinates who've failed and hope for mercy. But this is different. This isn't failure. This is deception. "I'm going to ask you once," I say quietly. "And I want the truth. Not the convenient truth. Not the truth that protects you or Jessica or anyone else. The real truth. Do you understand?"