Love And Deceit Novels & Stories

“I didn’t mean to…don’t hate me, please. I only did what I had to do because of love…” “No…Hay, don’t say that,” I scoffed in disbelief, shaking my head. “This isn’t love. It’s… betrayal, deceit, manipulation! If you loved me, you wouldn’t have put me and everyone else around us through such turmoil. Our relationship was going smoothly. Everything was going well, Hay. I envisioned our future together but you chose to fucking ruin it! I’m ashamed of you...you should be ashamed of yourself.”

I love you, I love you too Ash…. (Christabel heads towards where Kelly is seated and converses with her) Eddy right? Dam, he still got it. What do you want, Christabel? Kelly asks. Why so hostile? I come in peace. Can I have what she's having? Christabel says to the waiter, as she moves her seat closer. I saw you talking to Eddy, not sure what he told you, but I felt I needed to tell you something. I slept with Eddy at Jessica's second wedding. Why are you telling me this? Don't believe anything he tells you. Eddy is a liar and a cheat. After we slept together, we kept on hooking up secretly. He promised he was going to break up with you and be with me, but he never did. Remember the night y

The room seemed to crackle with deceit, the air heavy with the stench of betrayal. Cindy carefully positioned herself on the bed, beside William, her every move designed to create the illusion of intimacy. She gazed at him with feigned affection, her eyes filled with false adoration. In her twisted mind, she was playing the role of the scorned lover to perfection, a master manipulator weaving a tale of infidelity and betrayal.

The love he feels, the soul he has become attached to, actually belongs to Béatrice. The story culminates in a painful triangle: Lorenzo, torn between his legal commitment to Aurélie and the true love he feels for Béatrice. Béatrice, eaten away by betrayal towards her sister and the impossibility of denying her feelings. Aurélie, finally, who sees her initial lie backfire, risking losing both her husband and her sister. This narrative explores the disastrous consequences of a first lie, the quest for authenticity in relationships, and the wrenching conflict between family loyalty and the truth of the heart.

Lila's P.O.V At this point, I no longer knew what love meant. Not the version men whispered with soft mouths against skin. Not the version wrapped in vows, flowers, rings or promises. Love in Blackwood came with contracts. With blood. With graves. And I was tired. Tired of hoping there was still something pure hidden beneath all the lies. James had loved me and died before he could even prove it. Lucian loved me too late. Damien loved power more.

Not broken. But close. “Bella… I mean—your Highness.” The title felt wrong now. Empty. Like everything else. “We’re not the only two running,” he said quietly. “Not anymore.” I swallowed hard, wiping my face—but the tears didn’t stop. “Hiding the truth…” he continued, stepping closer. “The truth and the lies behind love…” A small shake of his head. “There are always lies behind the truth.” I let out a shaky breath. “What are you saying?” I whispered.

"Tell me, Hartley. Do you actually believe Declan loves you? Or do you just want to believe it because the alternative is admitting you sacrificed everything for a lie?" The question cut deeper than I wanted to admit. "He told me he loves me." "He told me that too. Twice. Both times when I was about to leave. Both times to keep me controlled." Elena's smile was sad. "Declan uses love like a weapon. He says what he needs to say to keep people where he wants them. That is not love. That is manipulation." "You do not know him anymore. People change." "Do they? Or do they just get better at hiding who they really are?" She stood, leaving the envelope on the table. "Open it. Read what is inside.

The lies you spun When we begun You thought it would be forgotten Time heals all wounds You said to me Well this I say to you The scar I wear I cannot bare for it is My heart you broke in two . . . The love through lies The affection through selfish motives Is it a love Is it a true affection What happens when both uneven poles falls for eachother Will this misunderstandings love have a happy ending Or will this relationship ends in the beginning itself The love and lies can they stay together everything is fair in love and war is lies also fair for love Will this fortitious love ever turns into fortunate love????

“Please…” “Rosa,” his voice dropped slightly as he leaned closer. “Everything is already ruined; everyone saw it already.” My knees buckled as I fell to the ground. I should've known something was fishy when the school top boy decided to be nice to me. My first love had never existed; he had only been playing a game. No one ever wanted me or cared… I guess the little affection he showed me fooled me, and now I regret it. As everything was getting intense, and I was on the verge of losing it, I felt someone suddenly grab my arm and lift me up.

As the evening cast a soft glow over the opulent chambers, Raquel and I found ourselves engaged in a conversation that danced upon a delicate thread of trust and deception. Raquel, ever the master manipulator, wove her web of lies, carefully crafting a narrative that painted Liam as the villain of our twisted tale. I furrowed my brows, a flicker of doubt tugging at the edges of my mind. I had known Liam intimately, had experienced the tenderness and love he had shown me. Yet, Raquel's words clawed at my heart, injecting seeds of uncertainty into my thoughts.