Deception Songs Novels & Stories

After the fifth round, I fell onto the bed and inhaled deeply. "Do you want another round, baby?" asked the girl who was laying next to me as she hovered over me, kissing all over my neck and tracing her fingers sensually across my chest. I have no idea what the name of the girl I'm currently fucking is. I always send my personal securities to go to one of the best clubs in Georgia to find a chick and bring her to my house to spend the night. That's how I've been living my life and I'm having a great life; you've got everything when you have money.

I was a terrible liar. “Since we were kids really. Our parents knew each other and Haven and I were always lumped together. My parents were diplomats so we traveled often. Haven’s parents met mine at a charity function and from there they saw each other at any function they could. I always wanted to take Haven with me when we had to move on to another place but her parents were never comfortable with her traveling without them for such extended times. We lost our parents roughly in the same year and my way to cope was to constantly stay mobile. Haven’s was to stay here. Unfortunately because of our loss and grief we drifted. When I found out I almost lost her too, I dropped everything and ca

Dance with the Devil is a song by Immortal Technique that I once heard. After dancing with a rumored devil in the flesh, I don't know why I can still recall these songs. Nicholas is a peculiar and mysterious individual. When I questioned him about our relationship, he replied, "I'll show you." Shortly after, he had my legs spread wide and had his cookie all to himself while I was resting on my back. I keep wondering just what that particular moment meant. Am I just a gullible young woman who just abandoned herself to a stranger? Love is supposedly blind, but I don't believe it to be more blind than I am. If a blind man can accurately play piano notes. I ponder how I can't notice the danger r

I’m glad they all get a happy after, they deserve it. D has been weird. He’s been singing songs in my ears or playing songs to me. I walk into the dance studio and go to turn the music a song comes on I don’t know, looking it up it’s ‘Trey Songz – More than That’ I click skip, only for the next song to be worse, the words have my eyes widening and looking up the song I find it is by ‘Plies ft. Pleasure – Get you wet.’ I hold back the scream and skip the song, the intro to the next song has me laughing, I know this one. I walk to the door and open it.

That undoubtedly felt awesome. I had decided on walking home that afternoon. Thinking of it as a way to uplift some psychological burdens. Yet none of my psychological problems had departed from me. Rather, my interest had spiked once again, regarding the De Luca issue. Every public television I came across had a different story to tell about Mr Giovanni De Luca and his company. Yet one thing they all had in common turned out to be the title: DE LUCA COOPERATION GONE BANKRUPT!!! Written in italics.

"And what if we can't?" "We will," he assured me. "We have to." Later that evening as I settled on the couch in my living room, I lowered my head into my hands. At the same time I offered up a low groan. As I’d been driving home, Bruno Mars’s song, Grenade, came on the radio and I couldn’t get the words of the song out of my head. They echoed everything I felt. And no matter how much the deceiving, low-down, dirty rotten bastard had almost destroyed me by hiding what he’d done, I knew, damn his worthless, beautiful hide, I hadn’t meant one single ugly word I'd spoken out loud or within my mind.

She tried to breathe deeply, hold her composure, cling to the role she had imposed upon herself with such cold resolve. But the tears—traitorous—began to fall. First one. Then another. Silent. Warm. As if her soul had finally found a crack to slip through. She covered her face. Her coat clumsily absorbed the tears. She trembled. It wasn’t just because of him… Not only because of him. It was everything. The woman she pretended to be. The one she once was. The one she wanted to become. Everything she had lost. And everything she didn’t know if she could ever reclaim.

However, thinking back to the words I heard on my deathbed, I suspected that Asher had betrayed me, too. This time around, though, Asher would never have the chance to be born. I picked up my painting and headed straight for the door. I could still hear them as I left. They were completely indifferent to my movements. That suited me fine. After all, I had no interest in dealing with them anymore. Pretending that I was still deaf, I made my way to the post office to submit my artwork to the Young Artists Competition. This was my only chance to change my fate.

Triple chocolate, because why just suffer emotionally when you can clog your arteries at the same time? I shuffle back to the couch like a wounded soldier with the ice cream in one hand and a spoon in the other. I slump down, pull up the saddest playlist I own, and press play. The first song is some soul destroying heartbreak ballad with lyrics like “you held my heart just to shatter it” and I’m like, yeah, that’s the one. I take a spoonful of ice cream and sing along, off-key and sniffling. “You took my love and set it on fiiiire…” shove of ice cream “Now I’m crying on the couch in my re…. tire… ment… of dignity… ”

I'm still your Holding on too tight Head up in the clouds Heaven only knows Where you are now How do I love How do I love again? How do I trust How do I trust again? I stay up all night Tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on Wait 'til I hear our song Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Every night I'm dancing with your ghost.