Hypocrisy Novels & Stories

“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.

“Control is an illusion, Olivia. No one has true control. Especially not when they are at the mercy of situations.” She scoffed, refusing to let him pull her. “That’s just an excuse to justify the way you treat people,” “You manipulate, dominate and force others into submission. But that doesn’t make you strong, it only makes you a tyrant.” His expression changed to something dangerous, but instead of reacting in anger, he took a step closer. “You are very bold to speak to me like that,” he said, his voice was soft yet loaded with threat. “Do you think I won’t remind you of your place?”

I finally snapped, the words sharper than I intended. His eyebrows shot up in mock surprise before that smug smile returned. "Nothing. I actually just care about you. I want to know that you're doing okay," he said, his forehead creasing with what anyone else might mistake for genuine concern. But I could feel the aura, like there was something else. A sick, hot feeling churned in my stomach. This was the same guy who'd told me I was ‘boring before breaking up with me by text,' and now he was feigning concern while my humiliation trended online. The hypocrisy was literally nauseating.

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.

He was unlike Anpu and Lewis, who were despicable and shameless by all means. His words made Crista scoff in disgust. "You're telling me that you've never harmed anyone, even in secret? What a hypocrite! Tell me, why did you force yourself on me before? What about the things you did to my adoptive father? Don't forget that you forced Cristine to do! How about what you did to my child? Which one of those is right? How dare you call yourself upright when you slowly pushed me into desperation! You did those things. Stop being a hypocrite!"

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.

For those who are human, We live on a planet called earth. With animals and people, we say we think. We scream we want peace with a gun behind us. And what we say does not show the reality. Hypocrites, When we don't do what we say to others. Our face is disguised, we won't admit it. We are hypocrites, in a hypocritical world. Mirrors never reflect your truth When we don't do what they say to others

“I think it’s sad.” The answer caught me off guard. Not enough to calm me. Enough to make me pause. Madeline folded her arms. “You spent years treating people like possessions, Dean.” I scoffed. “Don’t.” “I’m serious.” “Don’t stand there pretending you’re morally superior.” The words came out sharper than I intended. Because if there was one thing I couldn’t tolerate right now, it was hypocrisy. Madeline laughed. A short sound. Bitter. Humorless. “You know what the difference between us is?”

“That’s rich.” I glance at the woman standing beside him before looking back at him. “You get to crawl into another woman’s bed, and I’m supposed to stand here and take it, but I can’t even ‘hypothetically’ do the same?” I yank my arm from his grip. “Tell me, Hunter... does hypocrisy come naturally to you, or did you have to work really hard at it?”

“How dare you demean us, insult everything we’ve built! We… we were trying to make our lives meaningful, and you—you come here, both of you, to humiliate us!” I smiled faintly, walking just a few steps closer, letting my presence fill the space between us. “Humiliate?” I asked, voice low, deliberate. “Do you even understand what humiliation is? It is not the truth being spoken. It is the veil of lies lifting, exposing the rot that you’ve nurtured in your hearts. I am merely the hand that pulls the curtain back. I do not humiliate; you humiliate yourselves by believing the lies you live by.” Kyle’s face was beet red now, his pride shattered but his fury still sparking dangerously. “I… I’m cal