Hypocrisy Novels & Stories

She thinks I’m full of shit. “You’re such a hypocrite.” Her gaze takes me in from head to toe. “Your mob husband dresses you in designer clothes, wraps you in diamonds, and drives you around in a Lamborghini. But if I do one little thing I want, it’s wrong, and I’ve done something wicked.” “That’s not it.”

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

“You know, for someone who fucks her stepson, you act like you’ve been wronged.” Her breath hitched. “W-what do you mean?” “You fuck your stepson: beg for his cock, squirt on it, then moan like a fucking whore. And yet, you act like you’ve been wronged. That’s hypocrisy.” “No it’s not,” she whispered, trying to pull back. “You’re manipulating me.” I laughed low and dark. “Really? Manipulating you? Aren’t you the one dripping?” I spun her around fast, her back to my chest then shoved her forward until her palms slapped the wall.

Kyle retorted. “Is that a dig? Because you’re upset I didn’t include you as one of my mates?” I replied. “Yes, but not entirely. I just see you being too hypocritical about this issue. If it doesn’t benefit you, you’ll be against it. But if it brings what you perceive as good, you’ll be for it.” “It’s not like that,” I replied irritably. “That’s how I see it.” “Are you trying to go against me this way?”

I could tolerate that his love was a pretense because the assistance he rendered was absolutely authentic, and my gratitude for him was boundless. I suddenly felt a crushing, sharp ache in my chest that tore me from my painful memories. I clutched at my chest, fully aware that the system was draining away my life force. I then murmured to myself, with an uncanny calmness, "I suppose with the antagonist dying now, everyone in this world will be happy about that." Henry could finally stop living in dread, constantly afraid that I would become vengeful and hurt the woman he cherished. He would no longer be required to sacrifice his whole life, maintaining a false, deceitful marriage with a woma

Even if the moon goddess was a crooked being who only knows how to take advantage of the situation and use dishonest means to reach the top, and deceive her followers by making them owe to her after she used their own prayers to convert into powers and ‘gift’ it to them in the guise of her sending her ‘blessing’ to them. Not only her followers had to owe her, but also the descendants of her followers, who had to worship her, too, due to this! How cunning! Thinking this, Hierro frowned in disgust. He really loathes this kind of dishonest method. Before, he thought that the moon goddess is benevolent and kind, and seemed cool since she is a goddess. Now, his fantasy about the gods was broken.

“You see, that’s the thing about marriages. It’s just a paper contract. It’s not really anything meaningful. All of this, it’s just a bunch of words spoken out loud, written on paper. It doesn’t really matter what does and doesn’t happen.” I crouch again, closer this time. “All I need is your signature. And I’ll let you have a nice little quick death instead of the painful one I want you to suffer. That can be our little bargain. Our little secret. Maybe I’ll even let Sophie live. Your father, well, he’s kind of just a lost cause. But I don’t think you’d really mind much since he…” I curl my fingers around my own throat, slow, deliberate, and squeeze. “You know.”

“I expect honesty. Pretending doesn’t interest me. We’re not children playing house.” She leans back in her chair, eyes sparking. “Then here’s honesty. You’re a bastard who takes pleasure in other people’s misery.” I smile faintly. “I can’t deny that I’m currently taking pleasure in your misery. Which is completely self-inflicted by the way.” Her fork clatters against porcelain. “At least you admit it.” “I’m an honest man. One who keeps my word.” “That’s not honesty. That’s arrogance dressed up as a virtue.” “Truth and arrogance look the same when I happen to be right and you hate that I am.”

Vada noticed how Karen flinched when the crowd cleared a path to make way for the man behind the voice. "Oh no, that's Jeff Harold, the poker fingered lord." she whispered to Vada who will be risking her money for the game. "I don't understand those terms Karen, explain." Vada whispered as she scrutinized the so-called poker fingered dude that got the once proud Karen to whimper like a freezing puppy, he was sitting down comfortably as he had three lady whores at his disposal, one massaging his shoulders while the other was kneeling between his thighs, giving him a blow job and the last was counting his money and dusting his draught pieces. He had a dim looking eyes, obviously getting to his

“You speak big words but they always never align with the truth of your actions. You are a hypocrite, child. An even worse coward than any I’ve seen.” “How dare you!” “No. How dare you! How dare you dream without knowing your limits. How dare you talks easily of accepting dream even when your heart speaks differently. You are contradicting yourself, child. You just said way before that dreams won’t matter if you sacrifice your life, and now you’re trying to convince of your half-assed resolve? Do you think you can fool me?”