Hypocrisy Novels & Stories

I was even more annoyed when I heard him say, "I'm sorry if I didn't protect you." Again, what can he apologize for? The person is already dead! That's the last straw. For me, the most disgusting of all kinds of people is the hypocrite. The one who felt sorry or hurt in the end but when he had the chance to utter the apology he did wrong, he didn't do it or say it. "Sometimes the road not taken was a lot much worse," I said, giving him a sideway glance. I couldn't see his face because of my prosopagnosia but by the way his hair was messily brushed and the tattered jeans he was showing— I guess, he had an out-of-control kind of personality. A deviant.

“You are dangerous to me. To everyone. You wrote a law for yourself that no judge, no jury, no conscience signed off on. That’s not protection. That’s a sentence.” He moved like a coiled animal, close enough that I felt the heat from his chest. His voice dropped to a dangerous purr. “And yet,” he said softly, “you keep choosing to be with me. You keep crossing back here. You keep loving me with all your cracked edges. So, who is the real hypocrite?” That question almost undid me. Rage and humiliation warred with a kind of desperate hunger that felt like an old addiction. I could taste it like copper. I could feel the itch for him building under my ribs, a thing I would later punish myself fo

He chuckled lightly and went away. “What was that?” Nora crossed her arms over her chest. “Nothing.” Penelope dragged herself towards her workstation. “I was just…” she closed her eyes in embarrassment. “You were distracted by his hair again, weren’t you?” Nora sighed. She covered her face. “You are actually very dumb. Just like a white person.” She said and put on her headphones. “We both are white.” She scrunched her nose. “Yeah, but you are the dumb one.” She rolled her eyes.

“Bought what? What was I shopping for?” “Oh, you are disgusting…” I joked. “What? That was good. I am improving!!” “I said to take notes. You can practice at your own free time!” Vincent smiled, then cleared his throat. “Okay, what did I miss?” “The hypocrisy.” “The hypocrisy?” “That’s only one of the few things you should have noticed, but whatever.” I cleared my throat. “Think about it, isn’t it weird? They discriminate against hybrids, but how are hybrids made? By having babies with a person of a different race. Which begs the question, does he like Charlette or her title? Is discrimination less for a hybrid with a higher tit

Having enough of their hypocrisy and pestering, Rose felt like she had stepped on dung; she could not get rid of it nor shake it off. "Oh, how high and mighty of you. What are the two of you doing here? Stop f*cking acting in front of me and showing off, do you think I give a d*mn? If you are really in love, then just find a place, get married, and f*ck off! If you are that responsible, why are you still pestering me? Do you want my forgiveness? Then dump her! If you're that selfless, what the f*ck do you expect in return? You're angry? Let him go if you think you're a saint... I'll be the villain, are you happy with that? Please continue with your act! You ar

You kept calling her a 'fake heiress,' insulting her as if she was a gold digger. "Timothy Lane, let me give you a piece of advice. You think you’re so amazing, but you’re nothing. Addy already had nothing. Why did you all still treat her so cruelly? Why?!" With that, Edith closed her eyes in pain, letting her tears silently fall. Timothy shook his head vigorously, desperately trying to explain. "It's not like that… It's not…" Edith sneered at him. "You're nothing but a hypocrite. The worst thing that ever happened to Addy in this life was marrying you, and the worst thing that ever happened to Halle was having you as her father."

“No punishment, I swear. Just ten minutes, and we’d be done… cross my heart.” I moved again, and her glare had me shivering. Spitfire. “You’re trying to bribe me, aren't you? Does the world even know that Kaida Crawford is a hypocrite? You kept a principle for years, and you're willing to break it because you've become some stallion wannabe.” I laughed, sucking on my bottom lip. “I can be your hypocrite, Wifey.” She scoffed. “You say that a hundred times a day, doesn't it tastes like ash to you?” The lotion dripped into her palm, fuelling the nasty thought clashing in my head. “Repetition makes something lose its value…”

“We have already spoken sir and I sincerely accept your resolution.” Oh, I hate myself for saying that. But what can I do? “Well, honesty is something rare nowadays.” “Do not flatter yourself, Miss Witts. That wasn't a compliment. “ “Need I remind you that what you did earlier was highly unacceptable?” Only if he lets me explain myself. I cannot even say a word. I stood in front of the Principal as I listened to him tirelessly preaching hypocrisy. “It's either you were acting out or you just simply have irresponsible pa –“

I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

The acknowledgment that unconventional family structures could exist within morally complex situations. "We're hypocrites," Nico said after the article dropped. "We're complicated," Eli corrected. "We're doing real good with money that comes from bad places. That's not hypocrisy. That's just contradiction." "Is there a difference?" "Yes. Hypocrites pretend their money is clean. We're just acknowledging that it's not. And choosing to do good with it anyway." The consulting work slowed. Some clients distanced themselves. But new clients came. People who weren't looking for a clean narrative. People who understood that real families were built in the spaces betwe