Sweetest Deception Novels & Stories

That was probably the most melodious sound a woman could make. My name was Michael Jones, and I had tied the knot not long ago. Once, my wife's sister, Annie Larsson, came to Geordan during her summer break and temporarily stayed at our place. In the height of summer, she wore a thin camisole and tiny shorts every day, not even bothering with a bra. When she walked and sat, her breasts always looked perky. Her thin waist was enticing to look at, and her round, soft butt was always arched in a seductive curve. No man could keep his thoughts straight, especially not someone like me, who was both bold and dirty-minded.

The patterns rose and fell slightly with his breathing, as if his deep-seated greed for money had materialized into some kind of scar after being in contact with my body. My nausea was instantly suppressed by an icy hunger. I no longer saw him as a despicable liar, but rather a ripe honey source to be harvested. Disgust turned into scrutiny. My gaze on him was like that of someone evaluating livestock close to the end of its life. I grabbed Nicholas' wrist, and his skin was hot, like it was on fire. The moment I stepped into Dewy Honey Shop, the cloyingly sweet honey scent intensified tenfold. It was like invisible syrup flooding my lungs. It almost made me nauseous, yet it simultaneously st

His face changed. "What?" I looked down at my phone again. Then back at him. "Don't follow me." "Dahlia—" "I said don't." For the first time since Max met me, I saw him hesitate. Maybe he finally saw it. The part of me that didn't smile. The part I usually kept hidden. I walked away. And this time, Max didn't follow. Good. Because whoever had taken Sienna was about to learn something important. Jude was right. People shouldn't trust sweet girls, especially when the sweet girl has finally stopped pretending.

The realization hit me like a sledgehammer, shattering the illusions I had built around our fake relationship. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I put the pieces together. Ethan's sudden change of heart, his unexpected romantic gestures, and his insistence on luring me into his bed over and over again had all been a meticulously planned ruse. I was merely a pawn in his game, a means to achieve his greedy ambitions. The depths of his deception crushed my spirit, leaving me feeling foolish and heartbroken.

I stared at particularly nowhere. Lie. Everything was nothing but just a lie. Just a fake act. Her care. Her words. Her smile. Her kisses. Her concern. Her trust. Her prospective. Her innocence. Everything. Every single thing about her was nothing but just a fucking lie. She was a lie. How easily she tricked me in her fake sweetness? The person whom I trusted more than anyone was not even the one I thought her to be. She wasn’t that innocent, that sweet, that caring. It was all trap. She was a trap. She played her role so smoothly that not even once she let doubt to enter in my eyes.

All so Knowing as a pair. How did this happen? Teachers prank. She knows everyone wants to be a pair with him and seeing Im the least interested, she just paired us together. "Is this destiny?" He bluntly asked, now making that smile again. Not his face. So early and this is the person I get to spend the rest of my whole period "So, being popular with girls actually turned you into 'that kind of person'." I spoke back. His smile disappeared. "Cant take a joke?" "You know I dont. So better stop."

I guess I'm really just as selfish as Abby after all. Christina Abby Reyes POV Ah... this is really annoying. I get that they're doing this on purpose. I'm not that stupid not tor realize that, I know Angelo's doing this to convince me to stop the wedding but damn it... he's not even pretending at all. If anything, this is the most honest and vulnerable I ever saw him. I hated how happy he looked. It was the most happiest I ever saw him. With her, he's happiest. God, how I hated it... because I knew it wasn't because of me.

he declared, his voice laced with a deceptive sincerity. "It's not true," Kesha murmured, her uncertainty evident. "I gave up my marriage for you. Of course it's true. Do you think I want to be at the top alone? No, I want to be at the top of the world with you," Damon insisted, his words crafted to manipulate her emotions. But Kesha, blinded by love, couldn't see through the facade. She was ensnared in Damon's web of deceit, unable to discern truth from fiction.

"Well, if you haven't eaten, I don't mind whipping up a few things with the leftover ingredients. It won't take long." Kevan set the fruit platter down and started to move toward the kitchen. "It's alright, no need!" Wendy hurriedly stopped him. "I'm on a diet. I'll just steam a sweet potato later." As soon as sweet potatoes were mentioned, Aster smacked his lips and said, "Daddy's candied sweet potatoes are so delicious! They're soft and coated with a layer of sweet sugar. Ah, I want them now!" Wendy had long given up on such calorie-packed treats. But Aster's description tempted her a bit.

“Your wings are so pretty.” “I know right.” She flew in front of his face and swirled in the air, spewing magical glitters that she produced when she was happier. “Oh, I brought you a honey cake.” He slipped a hand inside his shirt and produced a small parcel carefully wrapping with leaves. “My mom makes the sweetest honey cakes in Selene.” “I never ate honey cakes.” Her mouth watered at the sight of the soft pastry she only saw from a distance before. “Here.” The kid broke a small piece that would fit in her palm and gave it to her.