Hypocrisy Novels & Stories

I’m Maya Klein, and five years ago, Kaelnino Nathaniel de Cruz made one thing painfully clear. I was good enough to sleep with. Just not good enough to stand beside him. According to Kael, women like me didn’t simply step into families like his. I didn’t have the money, the name, or the pedigree to become his girlfriend, much less anything more. I could stay his secret. His mistress. Just never his choice. Romantic, right? A few weeks after he humiliated me, I found out I was pregnant with his child. So I left. Kael never found out. And I intended to keep it that way. Five years later, I’m a divorce attorney in Manhattan, which feels appropriately poetic considering my history wi

During Thanksgiving, my wife, Maya Golding, said that she had an important project to finish late at night and sent me to her parents' house to deliver the holiday gifts. As soon as I started my trip with the gifts, my phone rang. "Bro, move your car, please. My car can't leave the parking lot." 'Move the car? But I am already in the car,' I thought. I answered, "You must have called the wrong person." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. "Is the Audi in lot 695 not yours?" I tightened my grip on the phone as a bad feeling rose inside me. Maya had driven that Audi today, and she had a designated parking spot at the office. "Yes, where are you? I'll go move the

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.

The best he could do was a grunt. Think Knox, think, what was the last thing you remember... An amused voice popped up in his head, full of sarcasm," Or you could always ask me. I'm along for the ride, too, dumbass." Vadem, his wolf, seemed to be getting way too much enjoyment out of their predicament, if it were possible for wolves to laugh, his would be rolling on the ground clutching at his sides by now, and Knox fought the urge to do an internal eye roll.

"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?

“ Didn’t they teach you that a werewolf bite is fatal, “ I say looking up at him. “ That they did teach me, Katherine, but I know you’d never kill me, sweetheart, “ he said looking down at me flashing his fangs accidentally. “ How are you so sure? “ I remark “ You’d never do it because you believe that I can be better. You believe that vampires betrayed you, but they can still make up for it. You always decide to give someone another chance. You’re too nice, “ he said stopping in his tracks. He looked me dead in the eye and started walking closer to me. “ That’s the first time I’ve ever heard that, “ I said sheepishly He flashed his fangs. “ It’s the façade you put up. Everyone puts up one,

I rummage through my pocket and take out a 10 billion dollar cheque and hand it to him as he takes it. "You'll need resources, this is my support. Show your father that the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree and win." He could die either way, I don't care. I thought to myself that I sounded hypocritical. Why was I going through all this trouble, I could just let Hannah kill Damien because he's evil as well. And I remember, I'm doing this because I'm selfish. And if being hypocritical is how I'll achieve my goals then so be it. "You do know I will come for Hannah I win." Like I said I don't expect you to win, this war is just a distraction.