Hypocrisy Novels & Stories

I smile as I turn to look at them, "it's so easy to judge and point fingers at a person you don't know; who doesn't interfere in your lives, who only wants to get ahead through work, yet it's not enough because working is a sin, going to a nightclub is a sin, drinking one or two bottles of liquor is a sin, smoking one or two cigarettes is a sin, everything I do is a sin because it bothers you that I breathe. What have I taken from you?" "We accept everything, but you have to admit that you're arrogant and..." "Shhh... I can be arrogant, but never gossipy," my annoyance is noticeable, "I'd rather be a bitch a thousand times than a hypocrite. You're no better than me, and do you know why? Beca

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

"You know nothing of dignity, you little parasite." "Oh, I know enough to see a hypocrite," I fired back. "You spent all that time calling me a slut, yet here you are, coming in through the side door with your hair a mess and your skin smelling of cheap alcohol and desperation. At least when I’m in a man’s bed, I don't have to pretend I’m a saint during the day. You’re just a bitter, dried-up husk trying to remember what it feels like to be alive. Tell me, did you have to keep your eyes closed and pretend he was someone else? Someone like your Master?"

Hilda sat still and acted as his prop. Nathan got into character while arranging his expression. His eyes were darting around, and he seemed distracted. In fact, he looked especially guilty, but his eyebrows were slightly raised, which gave him an air of superiority. Despite his guilty conscience, Nathan made it seem as if he felt he was innocent. He forced a trace of heartfelt affection across his face, but he just couldn't hide the greed and hypocrisy overflowing from his soul.

Maybe my body has never been touched by bitches, but I'm just a jerk who lost because the beautiful smile on your lips excited me. If you have a question concerning a disability, the answer is me, not you. Your perfection doesn’t suffer as a result of your blindness. It was me who could see myself deteriorating into a pathetic and miserable creature. Maybe I appear to be happy while you appear to be unhappy, but the Lord of the Universe is a master manipulator of fate, right?

He chuckled lightly and went away. “What was that?” Nora crossed her arms over her chest. “Nothing.” Penelope dragged herself towards her workstation. “I was just…” she closed her eyes in embarrassment. “You were distracted by his hair again, weren’t you?” Nora sighed. She covered her face. “You are actually very dumb. Just like a white person.” She said and put on her headphones. “We both are white.” She scrunched her nose. “Yeah, but you are the dumb one.” She rolled her eyes. “I know.” She covered her face again. ***

"Okay, I hear you. It's fine, it's alright. I've listened." "You might have heard, but I doubt you fully comprehend my message." "Fine, if you don’t want the marriage, then so be it. Go ahead and marry the woman who's rumored to be sleeping around with her business partners!" "It sickens me how you judge someone for doing the exact same thing you do. Your hypocrisy disgusts me, Lydia." "I am not a hypocrite. I merely made a mistake while we were together by sleeping with another man. It was one time. You can’t consider that as cheating."

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

They couldn't believe the daughter they were so proud of would do something so… filthy and immoral. George was shaking in rage. He stepped ahead, trying to confront Zack, but he shoved George into the shoe cabinet. "Ms. Sampson's villa doesn't let homeless people in. I can't believe you're her father-in-law. Look at you. Even a homeless guy wears better than you." Zack scoffed. Mockery was oozing from his tone. George was groaning in pain, and color was draining from his face. I held him and called the maid to help us out. This was an emergency.

Right before his wedding to me, a rival had slipped a potent aphrodisiac into his and Giselle's drinks. They had woken up the next morning trapped in the same bed. He had intended to bury the secret forever, but the forbidden desire had wrapped itself around him like a venomous snake. Every time he returned home from Giselle's bed, he would look into my bright, trusting eyes and feel a wave of sickening guilt. He would swear to himself, "This is the last time, Jane. I swear this is the last time." But his self-control failed him again and again. Eventually, his guilt mutated into monstrous selfishness. He had genuinely believed that as long as I remained oblivious, he could comfortably keep