Hypocrisy Novels & Stories

Michael and his father were not behind, using her, a woman who could get them the wealth they demanded. And now, Jacobs who had her captive and his only weapon was that he could take her to bed anytime. As if protesting against wasn’t her right. As if speaking against the wrong was wrong in itself. And if she protested, they would question her character. Men could keep a woman captive, fuck her, and if she chooses to share her body with a man, she is not virtuous; she is a whore. Hypocrisy! Sheer Male hypocrisy! She was lost in these thoughts when they arrived at his home, and Jacobs asked his men to get her inside. He left her

“We are here to discuss a solution. All these barking will only make the situation worse.” “Vanluren…” Talon sighed. “It’s in our nature too––” “Yeah, yeah…It’s in our blood and urine, blah, blah, blah…” Aluxious covered his mouth to hide his laughter. The young minister had a sarcastic bone, even he couldn’t control at times. “Vanluren!” Uren lunged at him, only to be held back by the other lycans. “It’s not a secret our land is cursed, but it is also said an unlikely union will lift it.” Vanluren combed his unruly hair with his fingers an adjusted his robe.

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

For the life of me I can’t figure it out. It’s almost as if I can’t control the reaction but an ugly feeling swirls deep inside of me. One that wants to grab the dainty woman by her ugly finger only to snap it off and make her eat it. It’s just that they’re hypocritical. They turn their backs on their own pack mates but cuddle up to new people just to climb the hierarchy. You hate them because they’re leeches. That’s all. At least that’s what I try to tell myself. Something tells me that’s not exactly the case.

"Think, child. That day at the gate. The person you truly insulted wasn't me. It was yourself. You threw those cruel words at an old woman asking for water because something in you was already breaking, and you needed somewhere to throw it. That's your nature, I think. You can't bear to fail. You can't bear to lose. And so, when you feel yourself losing, you can't look at it, and instead you take all that bitterness and you hurl it at whoever is nearest. Me. Your husband. A servant. Anyone but the one who has truly failed you, which is your own self." I saw Astrid's face, and it went white, and then it went rigid, and something behind her eyes cracked open, because the old woman had reached

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' Ivanka felt a little guilty and explained hurriedly, "Sir, you must've misunderstood something. I'm not a hypocrite..." Zeke smiled. "No, you say? You weren't the one who played the ukulele earlier, yet you didn't deny it when I asked who the performer was. You also scratched the ukulele yourself just so you could frame someone else, and now you're pretending to be all sad and miserable in front of me. There's only one word to describe such a character, and that's 'hypocritical'." "I..." Ivanka felt helpless after being exposed like that and did not know how to argue her way out of it.

They knew me as a tough girl in school, but they had no idea that I was a cry baby, especially when it came to my family. "I'm sorry for being selfish. I'm sorry, Zoey. I'm sorry I can't protect you from them. I'm sorry I'm a coward. I'm sorry." I know I keep saying it, but I genuinely mean it. If you're not sure what I'm talking about. It was the earlier incident involving the bullies and the nerd. Zoey was the nerd, and I just let those girls pick on her. Why? Because I am an arrogant, famewhore bitch. My reputation at school is more important than being known to be in a relationship with Zoey.

When Jay saw that, a race of disdain flashed in the depth of Jay's eyes. Later, Caspian raised his head and looked at Jay, saying seriously, "Jay, have you forgotten what's my opinion of you?" "Hmm?" Jay was stunned. Caspian chuckled. "Hypocrisy. Do you think I'll trust a hypocrite?" "You!" Jay's face instantly dropped. It was like a person pulling off his mask, and Jay finally showed his true colors. "Then I'll kill you! I don't believe that I can't find what I want on your body!"

"And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But please, just give me another chance. I promise I'll do better, I'll be better." I shook my head, feeling a sense of disgust and contempt. "You're not even listening to me," I said, my voice firm. "You're not even hearing what I'm saying. You're just trying to manipulate me, to control me, to get me to do what you want."