Novel & Cerita Deception Point Author

“That becomes our problem, once you are a client an attack on you is an attack on my reputation.” “We will find them, and make an example of them so profound that no one will consider touching what’s yours for a generation.” He promised with no more emotion than a man discussing a stock acquisition. The temptation was real, to hand it all over, the fear, the uncertainty, the bloody weight of responsibility, to this calm capable man. To let his winter-sea eyes watch the shadows so I could finally sleep. I thought of Rudy, digging in the digital dark, asking for trust and time I didn’t have. I thought of Ricardo’s haunted warning about players I couldn’t see. I thought of Elder Jacobs, lying c

he sounded doubtful, and I knew I had to be confident so he would believe me. “I am!” The dark mist that hovered his eyes made me almost positive that he knew I was lying. Of course, I lied. I did saw Verity somewhere in the shelves, but I was done reading it back home. He tilted his head, giving me his full attention this time. I’m glad I grabbed sunglasses. This way, he wouldn’t be able to see through my eyes and I wouldn’t be so transparent to him. “What do you think about Verity’s letter, then? Do you think she’s telling the truth that all she had written in the novel were all lies?”

I had to look away because I got overwhelmed by guilt. The truth was, deceiving this kind old woman broke my heart. We were lying to her, giving her false hope she didn’t deserve. Our marriage existed only on paper and we’d agreed to keep it that way. “We’ll do that, Mama,” Zeke said, noticing I hadn’t responded.

I In a half lit room, two man sat, one opposite the other. One of them had a huge pile of paper in front of him. “I highly value your time,” said the paper man. “I know,” replied Prince Davram. “The story I’m about to tell is a true one, for the most of it I was a witness first hand. Some parts were told after some time, but I remember them well. The parts where I’m not in them are told in third person and the pasts where yours truly is are in first person.”

I worked tirelessly day and night, all while maintaining my career as a lawyer so that I could use it as a platform for vengeance when necessary. For months on end, I spent every waking moment trying to find something that would expose the truth about MID's products and practices, until one night when all the pieces finally fell into place and everything made sense. I realized that shit didn't happen for people who walked a path of good faith. I dove deeper and deeper into the underbelly of Washington DC, and I began to crave the way deception and manipulation felt. I got drunk with power, and I realized this was who I was supposed to be all along.

“Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack. Never do that again. You’re crashing at my place because there’s no way I’m letting you stay here unsupervised.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm back🙂🙂 This is my early Christmas present to you guys. I know I was supposed to release book 3 of the WTAH series, but this book has been in the drafts since last year and I need a bit of a break from the series (book 3's ideas are all over the place and I'm still trying to sort through them). Anyway, this book is a standalone and a short story (the chapters might be short too). I know it already sounds off-putting but I promise it's interesting becau

We walked and jogged for a solid two hours, all we could see is the white snow and the dead forest, we took another step, but then I heard a twig breaking behind me, I stood still, Micah walked right into me, he stopped and huffed looking at me annoyed, but I only shook my head at him, I heard another step on the snow, one that wasn't ours, my ears laid flat on my head, listening to the sound, it was coming from my left, I turned there, seeing a deer, he looked to be young. I pointed to Micah, he only nodded, I know now he's bad at hunting, but I need to do this on my own, he could help once I get him pinned down, I bent my knee and made sure that the deer couldn't see me, I was hidden with

"If you were truly my partner, you would have supported me when the station commander falsely accused me of something, but instead, you chose to agree with him, as if that weren't enough. You dared to inform the rest of the station that I wasn't reliable. What sort of colleague would do that? I yelled loudly into the phone's mike. Look, I should not have done it, and I apologize. I mean, after all, I was just convinced that you had done it. If I hadn't taken the photo, it simply indicated that it was you since we were the only ones who touched those files after the two investigators who were working on them vanished. And while I had Detective Luke's files, you had those of Detective Michael.

I was looking for Pete but he was nowhere to be found, and it sank in my mind that maybe he regret being with me and my heart aches. I stand and make my way to the bathroom, I shower and I cry silently letting my tears be drown by the running water, I felt I was been deceit, betrayed, and abandoned. I clean myself and change some clothes and stare at the ceiling after I plop down to bed. My memories from last night was still from my mind and I cry again, thinking that Pete would never looked at me for who I am, he still thinking I am Mike the guy who betray him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

With her denial and their natural skepticism of me, there was nothing for me to say. No possible way for me to convince them of the truth. My mouth opened and closed and opened again as I tried to find the right words. But the trap was too perfect. Delta Hester had unwittingly set the scene for the imposter to debut their masterful performance. "I didn't work with rogues. I would never... Snow Pointe is my home--"