Master Of Deception Novels & Stories

Madison's POV I followed the handsome but cruel looking Master with fear written all over my face. Obviously, I was panicking because I don't know what awaits me in the same room with him. "What's with the long face? You're supposed to be happy that I chose you to be the one that will keep me company tonight" The mean looking Master Xavier snorted, and I gulped hard. "I'm happy Master" I faked a smile. Anyone would know that smile is fake, but I still have to do it.

I tried to act unaffected on the outside, but on the inside my stomach was tumbling. His eyebrows pulled together, "Dammit, Sofia. This isn't a game. Destroying Roman won't be easy and if you fuck this up, I'll make you regret being born." "You can't destroy him. He's too powerful," I hissed. "That's why I have you," he laughed, "The great Roman Moretti will never suspect his scaredy little wife. Trust me, Sofia. Every great empire's destruction started from the inside. Once he's out of the way-" his words trailed off as if he had said too much.

“It’s time to activate the final protocol. Burn the decoy, Elena. And bring the Architect home.” The “decoy.” I looked at my reflection in the dark window. One was the Architect. One was the decoy. The realization hit me like a physical blow. Julian wasn’t the clone. I was.

The scene before me serves as a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurks within those who seek to deceive and manipulate, strengthening my resolve to confront the true mastermind behind the web of deceit. "I am not certain what you are referring to -" William Ford's words are interrupted by a fit of coughing, his voice strained and weak. I purse my lips into a thin line, a mask of faux sympathy as I respond, "Such a pity. It seems I may have to make arrangements for an extended 'shift' for the night." Clicking my tongue in mock disappointment, I feign concern for his well-being, concealing my true lack of empathy for his plight.

It was someone unexpected, someone who had been hiding in plain sight, manipulating the course of our lives from behind a facade of trust and power. As we confronted this mastermind, a confrontation that would shape our destinies, we drew strength from the love and unity that bound us. We stood tall, our resolve unyielding, and exposed the mastermind's true nature to the world. The consequences were far-reaching, their empire crumbling under the weight of their deceit.

Jonah held his breath, marvelling yet again at how quickly the Master could go from joking and jovial to chilling and terrifying. It still wasn’t clear how the Master really felt about that bitch Iris running away, it still wasn’t obvious which face being shown was his real one – and then it came to Jonah in a blinding flash that neither was true in this moment, none of his feelings or faces were true, ever. The real Gideon was a mystery and always had been; his strength came from keeping his followers off-balance and guessing. He gained power through the weakness of others, he used mind games and nothing more.

Chapter 10 Olivia Monica was already there waiting for me, she directed me to a seat in the room as she helped me with my hair and makeup. What's the monster's full name "Do you know his name?" "We aren't allowed to say his name oliva" she replied warily. "Please, I think I deserve to know who my kidnapper is. Don't you think" l asked desperately? "Austin Hernandez " she whispered " please always address him as master " she pleaded, I nodded knowing fully well that I wasn't going to listen to her. If his name pricks him then I would gladly use it against him.

Or at least the part that he said he knew her master is the truth. Seeing the face of both ladies, The Young master let out a smug. This bluff is his trump card. He's good at bluffing others to the point that even the experts that have many realms higher than him can’t even see through him. As long as he mixed some of the truth onto his bluff, and didn’t get soul searching, No one would be able, to tell the truth from a lie that came out of his mouth.

“M-master… what… what will you do now?” The Master’s gaze landed on the trembling figure, his smile sharp, cruel, and dripping with theatricality. “Now?” he said, voice low, deliberate, curling like smoke. “Now… we prepare. The next wave will not be a mere taste. No. This time, they will know despair. They will see the futility of resistance. Every trap, every illusion, every shadow—they will feel it all. And I will watch.”

Still smiling, I turned my head at the man next to him and my heart jumped in a painful beat. It was the same man who had left me in trouble on my first night. Zachary had said that his name was Samuel, one of the oldest masters of that place. His hair was still short, his bright brown eyes slightly narrow by his inspection on my face, and a crooked smile opening his lips. The same submissive I stumbled upon that night was holding her hand, shaking her blonde hair as she looked distractedly around. "Hello, little one," said the man. "I hope you're having fun.