Icarus Deception Novels & Stories

“I drove all night, risked my life, and lied to him for days to surprise him with his dream car—the G-Wagon—the one you guys helped me move. And when I got to the apartment—.” I started crying again. Thomas’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?” “He was in bed,” I confirmed, swallowing hard. “With Lisa.” The words were out. Thomas stared at me for a beat, his expression shifting from confusion to shock, then to pure, visceral rage. "No," he growled, shaking his head. "No way. Charles wouldn't..." But the conviction in my eyes, the tears streaming down my face, and the undeniable truth of the situation shattered his denial. He let out a primal yell, a sound ripped straight from the de

I worked tirelessly day and night, all while maintaining my career as a lawyer so that I could use it as a platform for vengeance when necessary. For months on end, I spent every waking moment trying to find something that would expose the truth about MID's products and practices, until one night when all the pieces finally fell into place and everything made sense. I realized that shit didn't happen for people who walked a path of good faith. I dove deeper and deeper into the underbelly of Washington DC, and I began to crave the way deception and manipulation felt. I got drunk with power, and I realized this was who I was supposed to be all along.

“I never sold drugs, Gabriel… I never did. Ethan wiped my accounts and cheated on me with some woman… and I just, I didn’t have a choice.” “So because your ex cheated on you, you thought it was okay to accept a fucking contract to deceive me?” My voice cracks, a low growl escaping as I take another step toward her. My body is vibrating with rage. “Is that your excuse, Gloria? That I’m just a pawn in your pathetic little game of survival?” Her face pales, and I see her eyes shimmer with pain, but I don’t care. “Was it all a lie?” I push, my voice breaking. “Every fucking thing we shared? Was it just an act to make sure I fell for you, so you could secure your contract? Was it all fake from th

His back was a bit hunched, his vitality replaced by weariness. Back then, my mother remarked, "If they hadn't torn each other apart, his success wouldn't have been any less than your dad's. Your aunt and cousins would still be living in luxury. Sadly, they mistook bitterness for strength and hurt themselves in the process. What was the point?" I suddenly remembered Derrick mentioning "self-destruction" last night. I couldn't quite recall the exact words, but it was something like, "Smart women know better than to engage in pointless fights. It benefits no one."

They had no way of knowing what dangers Sienna faced inside that gilded cage. ⸻ Meanwhile, Sienna gathered every bit of intel she could — names, plans, weak points. Every whispered secret was a piece in the puzzle. ⸻ Hours later, she escaped the gala under the cover of darkness, heart pounding but victorious. The team was now armed with critical information that could dismantle Nexus from within. ⸻ But the price was high. Sienna was marked. The game of deception had only just begun, and the shadows were closing in faster than ever.

And he was startled. "I am not Mike" I said to him softly. "Please stop that" He said to me, removing my hands to his face. "I am saying the truth" "No, stop that Mike, you must been affected by the accident" he said to me "No, I am not lying, I am not Mike please" I begged to him "Trying to deny even yourself, what happen to you Mike?" he said with a pain in his eyes "I am Lucas, please listen to me. You can contact my family, please release me"

Would she live long enough to discover it, the question was? After several hours, Iris was in a remote area of the packhouse, attempting to make sense of things. She could still feel Damon's words pressing down on her chest. She was unable to get rid of the impression that her whole existence had been based on deception. Had her family, including her parents, betrayed the Goddess? Is there anything more significant than that? As she looked for solutions, her hands clenched at her sides. With a stern expression and a body coated in blood and dirt from the combat, Lucian emerged in the doorway. He paused for a second before entering after his eyes locked with hers.

“We use the decoy. But we make her believe it’s real. You’ll give her what she wants, Isla... just not in the way she expects.” “That’s suicide.” “No,” she said, turning to open a concealed panel near the fireplace. “It’s theater. And Scarlett’s always loved a performance.” Inside the panel was a vault of its own. Smaller, sleeker. She pulled out a handheld device with twin slots. One for data. One for blood. “Built this before the collapse,” she said. “It simulates a Redmond signature for a few minutes. Just long enough to sell a lie.” “But if she figures it out…”

“You met Ariella once. In the elevator. Notes on her since?” “She’s strategic. Controlled. Watches everything, measures walls for weakness. She’s circling.” Exactly. “Send Marcus’s last movement log. Unedited.” Car logs. Fake detour. Warehouse marker. Marcus was playing both sides. Good. Let him think he was safe. Let them all think that. I pulled the second drive from the burner drawer, inserted it, and watched the backup protocol overwrite the corrupted core archive. Decoys within decoys. Now it was time to collapse the false floors.

"Oh my God, Icarus! You scared me." Kiara held her chest, she was genuinely startled when she saw the man lurking in the dark. Her comment made Icarus smirk, he twirled the glass in his hand and asked, "Of course, I will scare you. You have other me to make you happy." "What? What are you trying to say?" Kiara knitted her eyebrows together. Icarus lifted his eyes to look at her, his pupils were red, "Don't try to act dumb, Kiara. You know exactly what I am talking about."