Hypocrisy Novels & Stories

My gaze bore into him, watching for the flicker of shame or a hint of discomfort. The hypocrisy was so glaring, so utterly brazen, it almost took my breath away. He had enjoyed the thrill and the forbidden pleasure. Was it not wrong then? "But now, all of a sudden, because your precious ego will take a hit if you play the victim, this plan is wrong?" I spat the words at him, the scorn evident in every syllable. My voice was tight with suppressed rage, but my control remained. "You're a damn hypocrite!"

"Falling apart on my fingers. You love this, don't you? Love being stretched. Owned. Ruined." "Yes," I gasp. "Yes, yes, yes—" He pulls out. “You’ve always been a slut, haven’t you?” I nod as he pinches on my aching ring. Pain and pleasure in equal euphoric measure. “How dare you accuse me of hypocrisy, hmm?” The anger in his voice is magnetic. “I didn’t finger you at eighteen when you didnt want it. You thought I didn’t know you stood by door while I—” “Shut up!”

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.

I crashed my lips against her vagina. And I apologized for hours. Hehehhehsh😗👉👈

"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!

Why so? He's obviously unwell. He sounds drunk and alcohol stinch behind his door. "Oh darling,you're obviously unwell and blarb uncontrollably. Grant me access,I'll assist your predicament" I hope he submiles. "Leave woman!,I despise hypocrites and double faced individuals!" He yells. Hypocrites and double faced?,how ill and far gone is he?. What also is he driving towards?. Am I also the hypocrite and double faced individual?.