Scheming Novels & Stories

He had that look — the one that meant he'd been thinking for a while and had decided I needed to hear it whether I wanted to or not. "I did some digging on her." I looked at him. "I didn't ask you to." "You didn't need to. She's inside this compound, Nikolai. That's my business." He held my gaze evenly. "You want to hear it or not?" A pause. "Talk." "Con artist, yes. Social engineering, identity construction, manipulation — you know all that. What you don't know is that the love scams are a front layer. Underneath it, she has serious hacking capability. She just doesn't use it often."

That couldn't go unpunished—he refused to accept that the witch would get away with it. Then there was the issue with Libia. Every time she spoke, it was like a child’s cartoon merging with a trashy reality show. Her brain didn’t seem to work right, which gave him headaches. So, his seduction-manipulation plan had to move forward quickly, or he might end up throwing himself from the top floor of his company.

I know that they will try to kill me as early as possible, and I need to avoid that. I keep on looking on the map, making sure where they are. I saw hecarim was on the bush near me and I can say that they are planning to gank me. Hecarim is a strong early game duelist. When playing against weak enemies, invade their jungle and try to fight them early on and force them out of their jungle, Hecarim summons spectral riders and charges forward, dealing magic damage in a line. Hecarim creates a shockwave when he finishes his charge, causing nearby enemies to flee in terror.

I’m not sure the impression Sage is trying to give out but no matter what shit he throws my way, I wasn’t going to bow to his egocentric undeserving self. He may be the pack’s Alpha but to me, he’s not but a pain in the ass which I have to tolerate for the meantime, at least till I figure my way out. “Thank you,” I say paying off the Uber driver before stepping out. He dropped me off a few walks to Sage’s territory where humans aren’t to be allowed. Werewolves lurk around humans, and our identities have to remain a secret to avoid endangering the lives of the humans as well as the wolves.

Realizing that her plan had failed and, feeling my rage, the she-wolf no longer attempted to pressure and retreated, but for how long? I need to find out from Martha: there must be ways to block this preoccupied female, some kind of tincture or Martha, perhaps she herself will block her flow of consciousness for me. Realizing what I want, the wolf whined, sending me mental pictures of how she regrets and repents, but I no longer believed her. For my throwing and nervous pacing around the room, I did not notice how Maxim entered and was watching me. Accidentally glancing at the door, she met his gaze, shrugged her shoulders nervously, and turned away.

Scott's eyes widened in shock as he started to move uncomfortably on his seat, hoping that his white beta does not disgrace his pack. Sodom who had been watching what was happening from behind the stage, did not like what was going on. He had wanted the white wolf to win so that there would be no need for him to hide anymore. He planned to try to convince the rest of the brown wolves to work on his side by using the death of their beta as an example. He searched his heads for thoughts to turn the battle around, or atleast give the white wolf a chance to regain his balance. A thought came to his mind immediately - he was going to mind link Sam in order to distract him - he sighed in excitemen

*Where the fuck is she? He gets up but falls back and rub his eyes... he's suddenly feeling dizzy and having blurry vision. *Bloody hell.. what is happening!* His eyes falls on the champagne... he bangs the table. *It's fucking spiked!* He tries to get up but falls again. *Shit!* The door snaps open... Andre saw a shadow on the floor, he raised his head and saw a figure. A female figure... standing by the door in nothing but a red lingerie. He squirts his eyes and take a closer look... he rubs his eyes to help his blurry vision.

"It's a top-tier international firm. The offer said that the company values human care and organizes two outings each month. You can go wherever you want." Her pitch was so vivid that Jessica and Ruby Richards were eating it up. Amber spun toward me, lounging on her bed with a smirk. "Sabine, what do you think? Pretty sweet deal, right?" In my past life, I'd pored over that offer letter like a detective. The company was based in a lawless corner of Stormisfen, crawling with crime. Even millionaires with armed escorts weren't safe. I'd pulled up gruesome stories of kidnappings and worse to dissuade her, but she was a mess academically.

"Another soul added to my capsule." As he approached the tiny normal, it slowly turned it's head towards him and stared at him with it's eyes wide open. He was startled. "Can it see me?" He just stood there for a couple of minutes observing the normal that was slumped on the ground. It was still sitting there, eyes wide open. He saw it move it's eyes towards Schnek, who was slowly trudging it's way towards us. He couldn't believe it. No normal could see them, for they are wrapped with incantations from their best wizards.

Damon’s task was not overt confrontation but to identify and exploit latent ambitions and personal desires. During a local community gathering, Damon began planting suggestions that subtly amplified internal insecurities. He whispered to neighbors, feigning casual conversation, that certain household members sought personal gain over collective unity. Abby, Aubrey, Sandra, and Lou observed closely, intercepting the whispers, redirecting conversations, and reinforcing cohesion with subtle gestures and strategic dialogue.