Game Of Deception Novels & Stories

And for the first time since I'd arrived in this pack house — since the dinner table and the hallways and the office and the file sitting on my desk and all of it — the thrill was gone. What sat in its place was something older. Colder. The specific clarity of a woman who has just understood that the game she thought she was playing is a different game entirely. And the stakes just became her life.

The dealer shuffles the deck, and the silence between us stretches thin. “I didn’t take you for the gambling type,” she says finally. “You’d be surprised at the kind of games I play.” Her eyes flick up, cold and bright. “Oh, I know exactly the kind. You’re good at bluffing, Roman. In business, in life, in…” “Careful,” I warn softly. “You’re walking on glass.” She leans in slightly, her perfume threading through the air, citrus and fury. “You mean the glass foundation of your empire? Built on fraud, deceit, and other people’s suffering?”

Deborah replied patiently, sitting cross-legged on the rug, “when someone lies, you ring it.” Lucio narrowed his eyes. “And who decides what counts as a lie?” Deborah smiled sweetly. “Everyone.” “That’s mob justice.” “Welcome to family Christmas,” Aston said, already ringing the bell just to annoy him. Caelum shot him a warning look. “Do that again and I’ll confiscate the bell.” Deborah cleared her throat. “Next game. This one is called Two Truths and One Valmere Lie.” Knight tilted his head. “That sounds… dangerous.”

The performative aspect of it all was almost admirable in its complexity, the layers of deception and truth woven so tightly together that separating one from the other would require unraveling the entire fabric. It was a game. One with rules too numerous and fluid to ever fully grasp, with stakes higher than most could comprehend. Where winning often meant simply surviving until the next round, and losing meant consequences that extended far beyond the individual to everyone connected to them. A game where the board was constantly changing, pieces appearing and disappearing without warning, objectives shifting with the winds of power and influence.

Leo picked it up, turning it over. No return address. No markings. Just their names written in perfect cursive. Isabella’s fingers tightened around her glass of wine as Leo opened it. Inside was a single playing card— The Ace of Spades. And scrawled on the back? “You’re already too late.” The Game Begins Leo and Isabella locked eyes. Moreau wasn’t just waiting for them. He was already ahead. And that meant— This wasn’t just a hunt anymore. It was a trap. Milan was a city built on power, wealth, and deception.

" The end of DECEPTION... Find out what happens next in ENTRAPMENT

He really meant his words of having her impersonate his bride. “You mean I'll wear a silicone mask and impersonate your wife for a year?.." she breathed “How am I even so sure that you aren't deceiving me? What if you tell me to impersonate her forever?" She questioned further. “No” he said and walked over to her, his eyes were red already — the effects of the elimination, coupled with that of the alcohol. “It's just a year, I promise. I have a task to complete too within that period” he said, referring to the safe box he's still bent on finding.

Another one of dad's tricks, throwing animal blood to confuse us, but I've had enough of his tricks, I've had enough of being weak, I wasn't alone anymore, I had my mate with me. "Enough with the games!" I yell, enough with all of this, I attacked Joshua, I could hear him moving, and he tricked me into thinking he was going right while he went left, but we've trained together since we were in diapers, I went left too. My fangs elongated, my teeth connect with his neck, for once I didn't care about killing another living creature, I only kill rogues, but now, he's almost a rogue, death is more merciful for people like him, I killed him, without a second thought, I killed him.

And above all… do your best to speak only truth, or the Game will know. Lies are the currency of the damned. ] Farrah took a deep breath as she carefully read the rules. This was her lifeline after all. She had basically just died from the car accident, and she didn’t want to die again. If there was a chance of survival, she might as well cling to it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. This simply felt too unreal. “This is insane…” she whispered. “It’s a nightmare. It has to be.”

I start to cry when asked him and I was startled when he wipe my tears and he talk. He cupped my face and said "I am not Mike" he was looking straight to my eyes and I can see that it was pure honesty "Please stop that" I said to him, removing his hands to my face. I started to doubt on what he was saying and didn't hear what he was saying after. I thought that maybe his accident was the cause of his behavior "No, stop that Mike, you must been affected by the accident" I said to him. "No, I am not lying, I am not Mike please" he start to begged at me and I'm starting to get angry again thinking that he was lying to me.