Konoha Hypocrite Novels & Stories

I folded my arms “ you know you are this close to being hang to death , I also know that you are lying - I don’t think you want to lie to me , I know about that sick society of yours and I know that you like to get off watching others going through a round of torture believe me , if I want - I can actually easily replace you with the one getting tortured while the others watch you . I know that you are involvement , and I also know that your technical skills are good but you are the helping hand who helped the person who killed an innocent girl and harmed another because of their sick fetishes - so who is it ?” “ We do know that you like to watch the show “ said Conan “ I think you are lying

I slammed my pencil down against the hardwood table. "So, what is your actual problem with me?" I demanded, my voice dropping into a fierce, quiet hiss. Noah didn't even blink. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest as that cold, mocking mask slid right back into place. "Problem? The only problem we have here, Khione, is you failing Spanish. If you put half as much effort into your conjugations as you do into throwing tantrums, we’d be done by now."

“The difference is, I love your mother, and I would never hurt her. Knox—Knox thrives on chaos. He doesn’t mean to hurt people, but he will. And he's married.” “I know that.” “You know? Jesus Christ. What else do you know and not care about? Because apparently your mother’s peace of mind is one of them.” My mouth opens. Then closes. He did not just say that. Another time, this amount of hypocrisy would have been funny. But right now? I want to punch him. “Thanks for the message, Jade,” I say. “I’ve received it. I’m going back to my day job.” I turn to leave.

And that idea was sneaking out of their sight to eat cheesecake. "It's Blake's fault!.." Konan exclaimed while curling his toes as he kicked the pebbles scattered on the ground. He's struggling to hold back his giggles but he managed to gulp it back. "He pulled me to that canteen! I didn't know that it's too far from here!..." He added. well, he has a point cause he can't see it. Perks of being blind, he's definitely can't be put in the blame.

Among the large crowd of people stood a middle-aged man who on an elevated platform said, “...I am not the enemy, people. I only seek to free you all from the tyrannical actions of a savage wolf. I promise that my daughter will make a fantastic Luna for whoever can win the battle for the position of alpha. You just need to trust me-” “You must be dreaming, Conan,” An enraged voice echoed through the crowd as they parted ways to reveal a petite woman walking through to stand before him. “If you think that the people will believe that bullshit you just spewed out of your dirty mouth. Everyone knows how much Kodiak loved the pack and he never did anything to hurt them.” Conan stiffened upon her

The Conan I was seeing was a whole different person. Standing up for me in front of his girlfriend? That was a lot for anyone to do on my end. I knelt watching them both struggle with themselves as there were a few groans of disappointment from her. “What are you doing Conan?” she asked. “I'm just saying you need rest,” he said, holding her hand. “Don't get yourself worked up with some slave girl,” he added. I froze the moment he mentioned me as a “slave girl”. I felt hurt hearing my mate call me “some slave girl” like he was referring to a commoner and not his mate.

He does not wait for a response from me as he turns to Conan, who is still on the floor at my feet, looking like a child caught with his fingers in the box of chocolate hidden in his parent’s room. “Make me some coffee young wolf, will you? It's rude to keep your visitors thirsty, don’t they teach you that in the woods?” he chuckles as if he said the funniest thing on the planet. Conan stares at my brother for a while. I can tell from his face that my brother’s words have offended him somehow. The debate going on in his head is obvious. Damian watches him closely, waiting for a reaction. For a while, Conan holds my brother's hawk-like gaze, but after a few seconds, like everyone else, his w

Valen rumbled. Confused, I thought he’d spoken to me, but then I saw Konah, covered in dark yellow scales, not quite golden in color. He, too, wore only pants. How the hell were they doing that? “He is yours,” Konah agreed and my delirious mind wanted both of them to keep speaking so I could bask in the richness of their voices. Not helping brain!

Pleading for him to accept her? Conan sighed. "OMG! Is she your mate?" He heard a familiar voice scoff. "How pathetic." Conan turned back to see Lilith, the Beta's daughter. He would surely be ridiculed by her and everyone if he affirmed what she said. No! He had seen how bad they always treat her and he was not ready to be treated as bad. He turned back to look at Lupita. Hurting another person was the last thing he would normally do. "Mate my foot," Collins scoffed. "I'm not her mate. I don't know what she's talking about."

“Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to send your precious mate and child to keep you company.” “I’m not dead yet.” Aluxious flicked his gaze to the hybrid, his fur melting into his human skin. His lips curved into a smile. “Also, when I met death the last time, he said I’m not his type. He’s more into people like you. Fucking disgrace to the world.”