Hypocrisy Novels & Stories

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.

***Oh Richard*** Dianne moaned, as background noises of clothes being torn off and objects being thrown from a desk were heard in the audio. “Hypocrite a person who indulges in hypocrisy. Hypocrisy, the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one's own behavior does not conform.” Lydia said as she paused the audio recording on her phone, “There’s more to the recording, I just don’t think it’s appropriate to play with your son being present and all.” Drake chuckled, Lydia’s wittiness and snark was one of the many reasons he fell in love with her. “Th..th..that’s obviously a fake.” Dianne stammered, her fa

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

There are no other words shall the woman use that will effectively convince him, for nothing was convincing for a man who refuses to believe something that contradicts his own belief. “Don’t give me your false sympathy, it sickens me. You’ve done nothing but give false hope, false care and false friendship. You never knew that I was around, I tried to get the justice that I deserve but nothing. You were too busy acting all cute and innocent when you paid no attention to the graving conspiracies and lies that were scattered all around you like flowers on the bed of dead leaves. Don’t patronize me, for you are a hypocrite as well, just like them.” Cristopher spoke once again after hearing noth

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

Dana was looking at him in amusement as she saw his expression change but she was too lazy to ask. “Now that you know, do you want to see him?” Ben asked hesitantly “No” Dana didn’t think his actions should be indulged. “Heartless” Ben breathed although he was extremely happy inside. “Yes. It can be interpreted as such.” Dana raised her chin “I don’t indulge behaviors that should be condemned. I can’t sympathize with a flaw just because it was done on my behalf and condone when done by someone else for someone else. I am not a hypocrite. Everyone has their own justification for their actions but that doesn’t make it right.” She had no idea why she was explaining… she had never bothered about

He asked, a slight frown forming on his face. I peered down at my thumb, fidgeting nervously, my teeth gnawing on the inside of my cheek as I tried to collect and voice the thoughts swirling in my mind. "I don't... I just... I feel like a hypocrite, you know?" I mumbled, stealing a quick glance into his eyes before continuing. He remained silent, allowing me to elaborate. "I can't shake the feeling that I'm doing the same thing that..." I paused, swallowing hard before continuing in a hushed tone, "that Amanda and Zion did." The words felt heavy on my tongue, too shameful to speak aloud. "I'm involved with a married man who's expecting a child. It's like a replay of what happened with me, Am