Game Of Deception Novels & Stories

He was resolved and determined, but wasn’t he underestimating me too much? Did he forget how capable I was? Did he forget how big of a stunt I pulled? Must I make him remember how scheming and cunning of a woman I was? Jett… my love. We both had our demons to fight and it seems we’ve been too easy on them. “Jett,” I called, my eyes blazing with newfound mischief. “It’s time for one last deception. Together, the three of us, against the world.” He frowned as a slow, knowing smile curled on my lips. “Are you in?” Another game. One last time.

But had they truly been caught off guard? In the midst of this tableau, the king himself seemed to be grappling with an absence of words. His gaze was fixed upon me, a silent storm of emotions churning beneath his exterior. And there, seated beside him, was another figure, a woman whose lips curled into a sly smile. Was it a mask of relief, now that the weight of suspicion no longer hung over her? Or perhaps there was more to her demeanor than met the eye—subtle nuances that only a mastermind could perceive. It's said that those who navigate such games with unyielding poker faces often hold the threads of the narrative, pulling them taut to their advantage. In this intricate play, aptly titl

"So, you're now admitting your guilt? You fooled me years ago, and now you fooled me again. And I'm sorry? Are you stupid, huh?" Eyes dark, he stepped closer. I was unmoved and looked at him boldly. He's on my territory, so there's nothing for me to be afraid of. "I did not deceive you," he insisted. "No? What is that? Another lie again? Fuck you! Fuck you, asshole! Don't make a fool of me! You just wanted to get even. You want that, right? You're mad at us so you killed my mom and you also tried to kill me!”

Returning back to our conversation, I raise an eyebrow “How do you mean?” Flipping through the pages until she gets to the one she needs, she points to a passage and turns the book to me. “Well, here, where he talks about deception as a key tactic. It seems rather manipulative.” My eyes focus on her clean, slender fingers instead of the passage of the book she's showing me and when she drops her hand down, I know I completely missed the point. It's not like she noticed where my eyes were trained, anyway. “In war, deception can be a powerful tool. It's not about manipulation, but rather about gaining an advantage over your opponent.”

“I drove all night, risked my life, and lied to him for days to surprise him with his dream car—the G-Wagon—the one you guys helped me move. And when I got to the apartment—.” I started crying again. Thomas’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?” “He was in bed,” I confirmed, swallowing hard. “With Lisa.” The words were out. Thomas stared at me for a beat, his expression shifting from confusion to shock, then to pure, visceral rage. "No," he growled, shaking his head. "No way. Charles wouldn't..." But the conviction in my eyes, the tears streaming down my face, and the undeniable truth of the situation shattered his denial. He let out a primal yell, a sound ripped straight from the de

It meant he could parade me around like a trophy while he whispered in the ears of the investors. "A gala," he mused, a slow, greedy smile spreading across his face. "Yes... that could work. It would silence the rumors about your 'hesitation.'" "Exactly," I said, beaming at him with a fake, toothy grin. "And don't worry about the finances. I’ll handle the budget. I want it to be... unforgettable." As Julian leaned in to kiss my forehead, I felt a cold notification pulse in the back of my mind. **[System Notification: Deception Skill Level 1 Acquired.]**

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!

"Is that so? If your investigation was thorough, then you should know that the mistress's pregnancy was a sham. You should also know that I didn't push her; she feigned the fall, using a blood bag to orchestrate a massive bleeding illusion." Yannie's lips parted slightly in astonishment. Julia's words left her utterly perplexed. "Godmother, don't be swayed by her words. She's concocting falsehoods to exonerate herself. Everyone present at the wedding witnessed her pushing that woman herself. What nonsense is this about a fake pregnancy? If the woman were truly faking it, why would the CEO of Ross Group insist on being with her? Could Carter be blind?" Cameron whispered insidiously into Yanni

"Why should I suffer after being cheated on? Is it really enough for me to just let her leave empty-handed? Maybe that's just what they want so that they could play happy family while I lose everything. If that happens, I will lose both my pride and money." With that thought in mind, I pulled over and bought three packs of the abortion medicine. The man said they were disguised as regular prenatal supplements but had subtle counteracting properties. Even professionals wouldn't be able to tell if anything was wrong with it. Plus, it would be impossible to detect something wrong with the medicine since the effect was slow. When I got home, Vicky was lounging on the sofa in a silk dress. She wa