Deception Scripture Novels & Stories

I wondered. “Nuances,” he smiled with genuine enjoyment, his face lighting with the expression. “Fae cannot lie, but if their language tells you that they’re not telling the truth, is it really a lie? The language of deceit was initially developed as a literary device. It was their way of saying, this is an imagined story, and not a true event. When the cataclysm of mankind began, they evolved that language into one they use with man.” “And the Deceit of Elovyn is written in the language of deceit?” I puzzled it out. “So, it could be implying that Elovyn is lying, or just that the poem is a creation and not a true event?”

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.

“Yes, I do and I’m ready to face the consequences for my actions. Just leave Aria out of this. I’m the one who talked her into doing this.” The elder opened his mouth to speak, but another voice interrupted him before he could. "Then the accusation collapses." Every head turned in the direction the voice came from. It was Alpha Lucas who had spoken again. “Are you trying to tackle this again, Alpha Lucas?” The elder frowned, letting out a sigh. Alpha Lucas nodded. “Explain yourself.” Alpha Luas stepped forward. "Article Twelve concerns deception and as everyone knows, deception requires a victim. If Alpha heir Lucian knowingly made the claim himself, then Lady Aria did not deceive him."

“Same here. I feel the same way at times. But His word says in Romans 3 in verse 23, that all has sinned and fallen short of God's glorious standard. And in first John 1 vs 9, he says if we confess our sins to him, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and cleanse us from all wickedness." Mich laughed and sat up. “Wow, Bonnie. I had no idea you were a real Christian." I shook my head slowly. “No, Mich. Quoting scriptures is not enough to make one a real Christian, because I actually don't feel like one. It's doing what it says and being in right standing with God that makes you a REAL Christian. So, if we don't mind, we can pray for God's mercy and then his healing for your mother.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. That was exactly what Bridgette did to Philip. She trapped him into believing that the child she was carrying was his, even though she knew it was terribly wrong. But when Philip discovered the truth, he was furious and filed for divorce. What would happen to her child? Who would the child grow up calling "Dad"? What if, one day, fate brought her face to face with her child's real father again? Would she finally tell him that their one unforgettable night had created a life? Or would she once again let another man bear the responsibility for her child? Enjoy reading! ^_^

Tears streamed down his own cheeks, utterly defeated. ​"I am so sorry, Kylie. I am!" he pleaded, his voice thick with genuine, anguished remorse. "It was a mistake. A stupid, drunken, meaningless mistake. She was there, you were gone... It meant nothing, i swear! It was one time! It was because I was scared, dammit!" ​"Scared?" I repeated, my voice rising in disbelief. "Scared of what? Of me loving you? Of us?"

“Done,” Josie fills my mind with her joy. “Is there water in the trough?” I ask her. “Yes,” “Okay, try to part the water and hold it. Water is not stable like wood so this is going to be more difficult,” “Do I get a staff?” she asks and I feel her humour. “A what?” “I believe she is referencing a human Bible story,” Deacon explains. “I must have skipped those classes in human studies. How are you getting on D?” I ask.

“You came here to deceive us, Nina. You pretended to be my daughter in law to deceive everyone. You’re trying to convince everyone you fit into this place? She visibly reacted to my words yet her eyes showed no anger but only regret. My intentions never included escalating this situation this far. I believed I could deceive everyone around me even to the point of fooling myself. My extended presence here revealed my inability to deceive anyone despite my attempts. Not even you.”

The pain and humiliation I had suffered from evaporated, replaced by stark lucidity. "Your thief-crying-thief skill is unmatched," I scoffed. "Who faked poverty? Paralysis? Who liquidated my dad's relic to curry favor with Mark? Who orchestrated a biennial drama solely to avenge him, delighting as I braved tempests to ferry your extravagant feast? You must have savored every moment, right? Who is the real cheater here?" My piercing stare shifted to Mark, noting the vacant finger where the ring once sat. I continued, "You two are the masked puppeteers, plotting, deceiving, and trampling genuine emotions underfoot."

“In this recording, Christy admits to faking her pregnancy and manipulating the narrative to ruin our reputations.” He played the recording, and Christy’s voice echoed through the room, boasting about her deceit. The shock and disbelief were palpable as viewers absorbed the damning evidence. Seraphina then presented a series of text messages and emails that further documented Christy’s manipulations. “These messages show a clear pattern of deceit and malice. Christy has done this before, and we have testimonials from other victims who have suffered at her hands.” The screen displayed statements from several individuals who had been manipulated by Christy in the past. Their stories, though va