Hypocrisy Novels & Stories

“Money itself has no morality. It’s what you do with it that matters.” Adriana let out a cold laugh. “Don’t talk in such grandiose terms. You know very well why they’re sick… hypocrite.” Calvin’s voice lowered, calm but sharp: “I’d rather be a villain in your eyes than a hypocrite who shouts slogans but never acts.” “Heh…” Adriana searched for the right words, her anger so intense it seemed to choke her. But nothing sharp enough came. “Out of respect…” she muttered bitterly.

That’s why ‘being stupid’ is more of a compliment than an insult… it simply means you’re a human who has emotions and has learned to live and let live. The world is just one ginormous roller-coaster ride of hypocrisy, where the strong trample on the weak; the voiced truncate the voiceless, the brave frighten the faint-hearted, and the sighted outshine the unsighted…as long as they are in position of power. It has always been so since time immemorial. And if by any chance the weak, the voiceless, the faint-hearted and the unsighted outnumber the opposite variants respectively, the reverse will be the case… no questions asked. This is one of the many reminders t

Although she was angry, she would not lose her temper at someone like Bert. “You should know your situation well, yet you make excuses for yourself to cover your own guilt. You’re trying to cover up your greed.” Darcy hated hypocrites like him. He was clearly in the wrong, yet he still tried to shift the blame to others. It was laughable that someone without ability was still reaching for more, all while being jealous of those who worked harder. Bert still looked unconvinced, but he had no defense against such accusations. After all, it was true.

The piece of shit used to sell human beings as if they're objects, men, women, kids of all ages as if they're nothing but the source of someone's amusement. My jaw tightened with bloodlust and anger. I low growled throwing a kick to the punching bag imagining his ugly face taking the hits. Punch after punch I feel my hands starting to hurt. My knuckles started to feel sore from the violent friction. He had a family, a wife and kids but he had no problem selling out children and women for profit, personal gain and power in the underworld. I fucking hated how people were willing to do messed-up shit and turn a blind eye just for dirty fucking money.

Val was going to say, but instead she said, " Don't give me that crap!" She stated a low cold tone. She leaned forward and clasped her fingers on the table." You have no shame trying to act like the saint. Like you didn't fuck your way up to where you're currently at either! And this? This? like you wouldn't stoop to the lowest to get to where I am now. Stop with the hypocrisy and go find something to do with your pathetic life!" Val had noticed the hurt on his face, and had wanted to fuel the pain by describing to him how Bob had fucked her. But she wisely paused before she would say this, and decided to call him out for his hypocrisy

Denied myself and now here we are. I’m such a fucking hypocrite. A shameless one who acts like she’s strong, but she’s just truly weak. I push James away, lie to him about how I truly feel, yet the second he’s gone, I find myself caving in. My body craves for more, asks for more, wants more until I can no longer contain it and I just explode.

Kenneth stared at me, stunned, blinking through the wine. I placed the empty glass gently on the table. “You,” I said evenly, “are a pig. A remarkably confident, spectacularly self-righteous pig.” His mouth opened and closed without sound. “For someone so concerned with purity,” I continued, rising from my chair and smoothing my dress, “it’s remarkable how comfortable you are with hypocrisy. You want ownership, not partnership. You want obedience, not respect. And you want standards that apply to women but evaporate the moment they inconvenience you.”

Hilda always scoffed at my father, and he hated her for it. I always just thought she was mad at him for cheating on mom, but now I realize she was calling out his hypocrisy. He claimed that humans couldn't love like a wolf because they didn't have mates.....but he was cheating on his. He claimed he valued our she-wolves but refused to make one Alpha. My mother had died a soulless woman, and he was in bed with a human the next day.

And when I feel mushy, embarrassed or nervous, I resort to the only tools in my defence, - aggression and nonchalance. "Why are you here?" I blurted out, only to be met with more sarcasm. "If you have landed back on earth, let me remind you Princess, that in five minutes from now, you are turning twenty one!" There he goes again. Anyone who hears him talk would assume that he was calling me Princess as an endearment. Uhuh... that's just another of his sarcastic nicknames for me, because he thinks that I live too much of a privileged life, pampered and spoilt by my parents.

"look, I know the whole idea of coming here is wrong but I did it to make you happy. The least you can do is try to control your Family." "Oh! I see as you did with yours right?" "Stop being a hypocrite Vee. At least my mom had a reason to be angry but what is your mom's excuse? She is just an aggressive poor woman." "Wait, I'm confused. Did I at any point in time fake my identity about being some rich kid? "No, why?" "So right from time, you knew I wasn't up to your standard yet, you choose to go out with me." There we go again!