Hypocrisy Novels & Stories

Michael and his father were not behind, using her, a woman who could get them the wealth they demanded. And now, Jacobs who had her captive and his only weapon was that he could take her to bed anytime. As if protesting against wasn’t her right. As if speaking against the wrong was wrong in itself. And if she protested, they would question her character. Men could keep a woman captive, fuck her, and if she chooses to share her body with a man, she is not virtuous; she is a whore. Hypocrisy! Sheer Male hypocrisy! She was lost in these thoughts when they arrived at his home, and Jacobs asked his men to get her inside. He left her

“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?”

"To clean up their image, they even exploit their own mother. That depressed look Sophia always has is probably an act for the old man too." My fingernails dug hard into my palm, blood dripping down my fist onto my expensive evening gown. But I heard something even more heartbreaking. Dante's voice was very low but filled with cold disgust. "Moretti women are synonymous with hypocrisy, cruelty, and selfishness to the bone. They have no hearts, only a thirst for power and money. Do you think Sophia really loves me? She's just using me to secure her position." I couldn't listen anymore. I stood up abruptly, pushed through the crowd, and stood in front of them.

“But didn’t you just say that the thing you hated most is for aristocrats to tramp over the lives of the poor and weak? Yet now you are holding double standard when it comes to your own interest. Does that make you a hypocrite, Chloe?” A few people in the crowd jeered. Damien casted a suspicious look at Chloe, making Chloe’s face turn pale instantly. “How dare you call me a hypocrite! You are rooting for a goddamn rapist yourself!” Chloe cried angrily, “Fine! If you insist, the I am willing to—” An anxious look flickered across Jenny’s face. She secretly tucked at Chloe’s sleeve, trying to stop her from continuing. Yet Chloe shook her off and cried out the rest of her words:

“Of course not.” “Then why do they think otherwise? There must be some truth to it. I won’t stand for it, I tell you.” He stamped his foot again. Phil turned to me and hooked a thumb towards Dorma, whose face was reddening. “You’d never guess he was the one who convinced everyone to side with the weretics during the last uprising. And we all know how well that went. It’s the hypocrisy I can’t stand.” Personally, I saw the hypocrisy coming in a poor third to the killing and eating of people, but we each have our own standards.

"So you're saying... what? Be a hypocrite when it's convenient?" My eyes squeezed shut. No. I wasn't doing this. Somehow, the girl had actually listened to the best lessons I had to teach, and even retained those values in spite of the meddling of goddamn Abbie Stern. It was easy to see down the road this question laid out before me. It was one where I clarified that publicly I approved of women like Tabitha, but privately I enjoyed the company of sluts like Abbie and Taylor. That Iapproved of that sort of behavior; that Idisapproved of little prisses who gave one unimpressive blowjob and then threw in the towel. The button was visible on her forehead, right in the same place Abbie had her f

He thought for a moment before continuing. "Their conceit overwhelms me. They think and act like they are the most perfect, dignified, flawless persons in the world. I can't stand such hypocrisy any longer." "One could hardly blame them for that. Your family has an impeccable reputation for hundred of years. Thus far they has never been touched by any scandal or indignity. No wonder they despise me. I was born from misdeed, I live in disgrace, and now I've been soaking in scandal." He squeezed her hand gently in his hold.

Hypocrites. I can't believe I was attracted by them. Both are equally, selfish and self centered. *****************

He lowered his head as he mumbled “Son, that wasn’t my intention. You misunderstood.” “Che!” Chris sneered as he looked at Grandpa Holston, his eyes devoid of any emotion other than disdain. The one thing he disdained the most was the hypocrisy of righteousness. He was not a fool to insist on everyone being righteous, but being true to oneself, whether it is righteous, sinful or somewhere between… it doesn’t matter… but whatever it, having the courage to face to it truthfully was what he appreciated most.

Denied myself and now here we are. I’m such a fucking hypocrite. A shameless one who acts like she’s strong, but she’s just truly weak. I push James away, lie to him about how I truly feel, yet the second he’s gone, I find myself caving in. My body craves for more, asks for more, wants more until I can no longer contain it and I just explode.