Hypocrisy Novels & Stories

What's even more ironic is that less than a week later, I did the very thing I started hating them for. I felt a wave of self-loathing so intense it made my stomach clench. How could I have been so quick to judge them? I condemned them for their choices, for their "sins," only to go and do the same thing. The hypocrisy was a bitter pill to swallow. I am now just as flawed, just as "depraved" as I believed them to be. I am a reflection of the very thing I despised, and the thought made me feel utterly and completely disgusted with myself.

A low groan rumbled in his chest as he rolled his hips once, slow and restrained, dragging himself against me in a way that made my breath catch. “I bet against all of them,” he confessed, voice rough. “Told myself I’d never let it happen. That wanting you was a weakness I couldn’t afford. That if I just kept pushing you away hard enough, the feeling would die.” He dropped his forehead to mine, breaths mingling. “It only got worse. Every night I hear you through the wall and hate myself for how badly I want to walk through that door. Every morning I wake up like this—” he rolled his hips again, letting me feel exactly how hard he was “—because of you.” My fingers tightened in his hair. The a

"Did you just call me a liar? What do you mean by that?" "Some people can be real hypocrites, you know. For example, you hate me for being tainted, but you claimed that you didn't mind. Your body was quite honest, though. You didn't want to touch me at all." "What nonsense are you saying? I wasn't lying." "Is that so? Well, I don't believe you unless you try it yourself."

"They deserve to die!" "They seduced my husband, thinking that just because my looks were ruined, they could take the position of the richest man's wife. I had no choice but to make them disappear from this world. Jessica, you say you feel no pain and have the same surname as us, so why won't you help us? And you even colluded with outsiders against us. Do you really think you can get away with this?" Just as I was about to speak, I noticed that Jack had somehow acquired a syringe.

Please, if there's anyone listening, you have to stand up against this injustice! She was dressed plainly and standing there in the middle of summer, her son barely breathing under the baking sun. Still, many neighbors sympathized, and soon word of Sean's behavior spread like wildfire. Soon, the neighbors were all treating Sean and his parents with utter contempt. "We've been teachers for decades and we have a reputation to maintain! We can't just let her slander us like this!" Their honor besmirched, Sean's parents hanged themselves in their desperation, and neither were breathing when Sean found them.

His mouth moved, but he couldn't find a single word to calm the situation. My eyes were hot. My wolf was roaring in me. I desperately tried to yank my hand free. "You talk about reality. You scrutinize every dime I cost, you treat me coldly. But the moment those two show up, you concede everything. All your gentleness and compromise went straight to them." I looked up at him. "How can you be so hypocritical?" He refused to fully let go, regardless of how much I struggled. He shifted his stance, one hand cupping the small of my back, the other gently patting my shoulder—

Please, let this be a joke. "Exactly and I'm serious." He says like he's reading my mind. "Oh, I... I'm really s-sorry. I'll bring it back when I get dressed." I stutter and overthink the words I just spoke out loud. I should let it wash first of course. When I'm nervous I sometimes talk weird stuff and stutter all the time. I hate to show it like this.

Now that Knox had seen into her mind, he couldn't unsee it. Lisa's wolf was staring straight at him. Could anyone else see the beast in her eyes? According to his wolf, he didn't think so. Back in that forest, Knox had been flayed open; his soul laid bare for the ancient wolf's judgment, and she had found him to be pure. Unfortunately, that wasn't the only thing that happened, as Knox found out later on that evening, when he shrugged off his clothes and hopped into the shower, there on his left hip, a symbol had appeared, a judges gavel.

"But actually I'm curious to hear what they have to say. What exactly is wrong with someone like Tristian?" "He's a sinner Haven," Abby sneered. "And clearly he's making you one too. You dress like a slut, people have seen you drinking at restaurants, and this little carefree attitude you have lately is not cute or Godly! It is horribly obvious that you are off the path of righteousness." "Now wait a minute-"

I was mentally slamming fists on my head to remain unbothered as turning around could get me a sight that I would regret glimpsing. “Oh gosh, cid! It’s been a year with us and you didn’t learn how to have fun… tsk… tsk, I am sorry if they just throw a dollar for this pussy, really sorry for your bad luck,” Yet again, the laughing hyena got everyone’s mouth. My soul felt torn hearing such disgusting words for a woman by a woman. No one wasn’t born to be a slave, not even her. Then how could she act as if she was one?