Hypocrisy Novels & Stories

She's undergone a complete transformation, even altering her entire appearance. She goes to the extreme of insulting my mother, leveling the accusation of hypocrisy against her. It's a sharp jab, suggesting that my mother is participating in an auction under false pretenses, bidding something she never truly intended to part with. The insult hangs heavy in the air, deepening the tension between them. I find myself unable to stand by silently as she continues to disrespect my mother in front of everyone. Fueled by a surge of indignation, I engage in a heated argument with her, unwilling to tolerate her blatant disregard for decency.

friend and eat bagels together, when the biker had hit her from behind. Gary opened his left hand and revealed an empty palm. He feigned a shocked expression. Hope gasp, but she was also feigning as they had done this routine before. "Where is it?" "Should we check the right?" He said in an exaggerated inquisitive tone. She nodded with excitement. Gary opened his right hand, but it was empty yet again. "Where?" She kept up with the act. "Where do you think?" He teased.

I was blinded by my anger. Then I remember our dinner last night, he let his guard down for me, he was sweet and caring, we talk and laugh. Suddenly I remember the blood on the bedsheet, shiitt... he was a virgin and I took his virginity last night, and I can't control myself and took him again and again until he passed out, but he let me touch him. I remember he said that he love me. And it came to me the flashes of our memories last night, how I held him, how I kissed him, how I make love to him, and saying I love him too. Who would not love him, he was so innocent and pure and because of his attitude and personality I guess I fell in love with him. Oh, how can he love a horrible person li

In the eyes of the church a sin was a sin, yet somehow I'd justified it as warranted. Adelaide Fitzgerald was different. For the first time, I wanted another man's wife. The desire consumed me. I knew that for me, hell was imminent. My list of sins was not limited to adultery. I fought against the chance of bringing Adelaide with me to the fiery pits...and then I justified my need. Instead of me dragging her to the depths of hell, I saw her as an angel, perhaps capable of granting me salvation on earth before my destiny commenced. Achieving my deliverance wasn't easy.

However, at this point my thoughts were only running wild, resulting to an uneasy feeling settling at the pit of my stomach. I suddenly began reflecting on my life. Being a rich bachelor has so many pitfalls, but the most aggravating one of all is that I was constantly a victim of gluttonous people. The fake endearment that I had constantly fallen into has only forced me to create an invaluable vision of trust. In consequence, trust has become a foreign word to me. At some point owning millions became an unbearable burden. A cruel reminder that despite having it all. I had nothing, but regardless of the torment, I couldn’t imagine myself leaving under critical conditions.

When Jin tried to open his mouth to speak, to answer, she simply tightened her grip on him and he gasped, wheezing as he tried to claw and pry her hands off of him, her nails digging on his skin that it hurt, it hurts and he couldn't breathe–like this, is she really going to crush his throat? “My sweet Sanscroft, how can you be so certain of what is wrong and what is right in this world? Who did? Your precious gods?” she taunted, a vicious sneer worming its way on her face, “The concept of morality is subjective at best. It is nothing more but a bunch of principles made to suit the whims of the ones on top; that is the way it has always been. Right and wrong are nothing more but labels of su

Yet, he was blind to the distinction between good and evil. In every sense of the word, he was a hypocrite. He boasted about possessing an IQ so high that it bordered on the ludicrous. He saw himself as the epitome of human achievement, the best and the greatest in every conceivable way. His self-aggrandizement was so extreme that it verged on self-deification. The mere thought of having conversed with him made my skin crawl. His face was so repulsive to me that I couldn’t bear to look at him for more than a fleeting moment.

Harmony asked carefully. "I don't know," Certainty admitted. "I don't have an answer. I don't have a better teaching. I just have the observation that what you're doing doesn't work. That you're claiming one thing and living another. That your philosophy sounds beautiful but your practice is contradictory. I'm not saying I know better. I'm saying you might not know as well as you think you do. I'm saying maybe being comfortable with hypocrisy is just another way of avoiding honesty. I'm saying maybe you need to actually grapple with this contradiction instead of just acknowledging it exists and moving on. I'm saying maybe I'm wrong. But maybe you are too. And

“Exactly and this is not helping us, and honestly, with the look of things mom, I don’t think we can redeem ourselves. Your affairs really damaged us, do you have any idea what people are calling you? They are saying you are a professional harlot.” “What nonsense!” Margaret slammed her hand on the desk and for the first time, Shane didn’t try to caution her by telling her that anger won’t solve the issue, rather he just leaned on his chair, watching her with a faint smile at the corners of his lips. Again, she had that chills. “I didn’t say it, I read it this morning and for honesty, mom, it’s kind of the truth.” “Shane!” “Come on mom, you slept with so many married men, what where you expec

Greedy Evils like my father and his minions preying on the weak, starving towns and villages while the rich live lavishly. Yea I don’t think anywhere in the universe we are safe from those type of monsters. I have many truths and they change or rather transform all the time. And the truth here is Peter’s death I’ll never forget but I honestly don’t know what to do with this hunter. I’m not a killer and even pouring that acid on him made me queasy. He didn’t even put up a fight. This isn’t what I expected this confrontation to go down. My gut tells me that he was holding back. Was he trying to see what I’d do? How I fight so when he’s actually ready he knows my moves? “Hey.” he says way too s