Deception Novels & Stories

"Just because something isn't a lie does not mean that it isn't deceptive. A liar knows that he is a liar, but one who speaks mere portions of truth in order to deceive is a craftsman of destruction." ― Criss Jami His dark piercing gaze glided upon her like a warm silken cloth, tickling her senses as his eyes moved from her head to toe taking her all in at once and Mahi felt an odd tingling sensation passing through the back of her neck, which couldn't be entirely termed as unpleasant.

“I’m not telling you’re lying though. Allow me to tell you this one thing. Moon magic deals with emotions and manipulating them. I have this kind of spell which makes a person more open, so they’ll be more willing to tell me secrets.” “No, you’re not…” he said, both sounding and looking horrified. “A truth spell.” “Not quite. People won’t tell me anything they wouldn’t normally, but they will be more talkative about what they really think. Would you like me to test it on you?” “Don’t screw with me!”

After hiding so many secrets and using different identity, the woman of lies is now free. I successfully pull off the dicietful mask together with this deceiving man who deceived me by his vague words and action. This will prove that, you can't avoid to lie but at the end of the day you have to be true to yourself to have the acceptance of the world. Or if you don't need the acceptance of the world, at least accept yourself for being your natural you.

"But if we play this correctly, we can use their own skepticism to reinforce the deception. Make them think they're cleverly seeing through our surface presentation to the 'truth' beneath..." "While the actual truth remains perfectly hidden," Nathan finished, his voice rough with both pride and renewed desire. "Have I mentioned lately how incredibly attractive you are when plotting multiple levels of manipulation?" I smiled down at him, savoring the way his hands tightened possessively on my hips. "Perhaps you should demonstrate that appreciation more... explicitly."

"How foolish would I be to hand over my comfortable life to another woman? Besides, I have to think about you. If I divorced him and a stepmother moved in, you wouldn't stand a chance." I tried to find resentment or bitterness in her face. There was none. At 50, my mother remained elegant and well-maintained. Her clothes were luxurious and refined. She looked like someone in their early 30s. Then I thought of my aunt, who was five years younger than my mother, yet her skin was sallow and her face was always filled with resentment. Over a decade ago, my uncle cheated on her, and she raised hell over it. Fed up with the turmoil, he quit his job and moved in with his mistress.

“If I hadn’t done what I did, you would have lost me, we would have lost everything we have. I couldn’t let such happen.” The weight of his words hung in the air, leaving Isabella frozen for a while. All her beliefs, all her trusts, were shattering right before her eyes. Was he deceiving her? Was he being truthful? She had never experienced such uncertainty in her life. She stood up from her chair, the documents falling from her hands onto the table as she stepped back. "I no longer know who you are." “You don't have trust in me?” Alexander's tone was tense with frustration and a mix of anger. “Isabella, I acted in what I believed was in our best interest.” "can't you see that?"

- I threatened him, while he looked at me in surprise. - Listen to me carefully... there is nothing wrong with you, at least for me, I don't know about you, but believe me, even if I wanted to know about your life, I won't force anything on you, just as you haven't asked me about mine, and I can assure you, we have similar lives. - He needed to know, I wouldn't let him think otherwise, what makes you think he is different or inferior to anyone? Appearance? Appearances are not everything, they are mostly deceptive, I can prove that myself.

I felt a bitter mixture of anger and sorrow wash over me as I realized the depth of his deception. Steeling myself, I took a step back, needing to distance myself from the scene before me. It was a shocking revelation, one that shattered any lingering doubts I may have had about Lorcan's true nature. It was clear now that he was a master manipulator, capable of deceit on the most despicable level. My heart ached with the realization that the love I had once felt for him had been misplaced, and I had been a pawn in his twisted game.

And if he could find those… He might be able to build a fake leak. A decoy. Drop it before the real one. Rewrite the narrative. Rewrite the clock. Rewrite the game.

Faced with his friend's angry questions, Dante's expression remained unchanged as he answered coldly, "I'll prepare a fake marriage certificate for her. I love her anyway, so what does it matter if the certificate is real or fake?" "If she finds out, she'll definitely leave you!" "I won't let her find out, but even if she did, she wouldn't leave me. She's carrying my child." I felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over me, chilling me to the bone. No one knew that to get closer to Dante, I had deliberately learned all the mafia languages, including Italian. Therefore, I understood every single word they said. Each sentence felt like countless sharp blades stabbing deep into my hear