Deception Point Author Novels & Stories

That was when I saw him reach behind the opposite chair and draw a gun. My breath caught. My body locked up. Alex held the weapon casually, like it was just another conversation piece. But the cold gleam in his eyes told a different story. My pride crumbled. I dropped to my knees in an instant, hands trembling, palms pressed together in a desperate plea. “Please… Alex, please,” I whispered, shame burning down my spine as I begged. He pointed the gun at me, his expression unreadable but his voice laced with mockery. “You said you’re not leaving?” he asked, slowly cocking the gun.

"Then if you don't trust me at this moment, we’re both in trouble." Isabella gulped, her gaze searching Clara’s face for any signs of deceit. For the first time in many years, she noticed something in Clara's eyes that caused her to pause—an authenticity, a stark vulnerability that had previously been absent. “I don’t know,” she replied once more, the doubt still apparent in her tone. Clara inhaled deeply and moved back, her hands extended. “Alright.” I understand. But consider it, Isabella. Lucian is taking advantage of us. He has deceived us both, and he's been escaping the consequences. “We need to put an end to this.”

Hours later, as the sun began to rise, a figure slipped through the shadows toward the safe house. Dominic’s team was ready. ⸻ The capture of Marcus Hale was swift but tense. Under interrogation, Hale revealed disturbing truths: Nexus’s infiltration was deeper than anyone had imagined, with multiple layers of deception designed to break the city from within. Dominic realized this was no longer just about stopping attacks — it was about exposing a conspiracy that could shake the very foundations of their world. ⸻ That night, the team regrouped, battered but unbroken. Dominic looked at Lena, whose eyes reflected both determination and regret.

Holding a firm grasp on it, I sit criss-crossed on the floor, making myself comfortable and ready to obtain forbidden knowledge. The book was quite small, yet it weighted on my hands. I knew how wrong and grave my actions were, yet I cannot walk away from the scene. I Caress my fingers over the book cover while thinking through what I am about to do. My conscious Unable to give a blind eye to my wrong desires neither am I willing turn away, we make a deal that I would only look at the first page but boy who was I kidding . This book belongs to: S/I, were the only words written on the first page. Feeling unsatisfied with the little information the first page gave, I moved on to the second.