The Deception Trilogy Novels & Stories

If I'd spent one more second in his grasp, or one more grain of sand would have fallen into the pile at the bottom of my hourglass, the scale would have irrevocably tipped. It would have pushed me over the edge. I couldn't do it. My responsibilities screamed at me from the grave, in my father's voice. Generations of Montagues needed me to stay the course. We'd all sacrificed too much to give into emotion. Yet sometime during those years of deception, I sensed that Alton knew. Not cognitively—he would have beaten me worse than before—but intuitively. That was why I believed he reasoned that Alexandria could possibly be attracted to Lennox. In my mind, it was a last-ditch effort on his part, b

“They think they’ve won. But as long as they believe this lie, I am untouchable. And Kaelen will never be free of me.” Aria’s wolf snarled inside her, whispering warnings, whispering truth: This is not the end. This is only the beginning. The Goddess had revealed her once, but Selene’s deceit had bought her time. Time enough to fracture the pack. Time enough to twist Kaelen’s duty against his heart. Time enough to destroy them all. And though Kaelen swore silently he would uncover the truth, the doubt remained heavy in his chest. He could not banish it. Not yet. The war between love, duty, and deception had only just begun.

He leaned in, his voice lowered to a dangerous whisper. "Darlyn, my dear, love is often built upon the fragile foundation of deception. Sometimes, sacrifices must be made for the greater good. Do you not see? This is the path that will lead you to the love and happiness you so desperately seek. Trust me." The room grew heavy with the weight of their pact, the seeds of deceit sown deep within their souls. Darlyn, vulnerable and captivated by Donovan's manipulation, felt herself teetering on the precipice of a choice that could alter the course of their lives forever.

“He is a corporate shark, and he smelled blood. He saw a chance to save you while seizing this company. We need to nullify this contract now before he sinks his teeth deeper.” I pushed the file away, the sight of Declan’s elegant signature now making my stomach turn. I had been so convinced by his goodness, so desperate for a hero, that I missed the basic truth that in this world, no one acts without self interest. I hadn’t escaped Damian’s passionate cage but I had jumped headfirst into Declan’s polished, controlling one. The realization became so clear. Now, I was facing a war on two fronts. Damian was the open enemy, using fear and destruction to force my return, and Declan was the secret

He's not her match, but he serves as a temporary anchor, a way for me to secure her confidence. Now, the mise-en-scène of deception; I extend my arms with counterfeit warmth, a trick of misconception crafted to pull her from the protective enfold of Silverton's. In the delicate glow of newfound trust, I will sow seeds of betrayal, weaving through and withering the Silverton pack's unity, their unity dissolving silently from within.

"But remember any false move, and both of you will face the consequences." With a wary truce established, Alexander, Amelia, and Agent Jameson began to strategize. They knew they were up against a formidable enemy, and time was of the essence. They needed to gather more evidence, locate key witnesses, and break through the layers of secrecy surrounding the criminal organization. As the day wore on, their teamwork and determination grew. They discovered hidden financial transactions, identified key members of the organization, and reached out to informants willing to cooperate. The three of them navigated a world of deception and danger, forming an unlikely alliance forged in the pursuit of j

She was with them from the beginning. There was that word again––trust. It was funny how the world worked. The woman he loved stabbed him in the back while his mortal enemy, gifted him with her father’s heart as a sign of her loyalty. Aluxious expelled a breath through his clenched teeth. Was this fate? He never believed in fate before. “So it is Freya, huh?” Daryn asked in a terse voice. Aluxious didn’t respond. His gaze was glued to the clear sky.

Pure evil radiated off his light brown, bald head; I cringed at the mere sight of him. “Well, if it isn't the traitorous pig himself...in the flesh. Oh, what do I owe this pleasure of your minuscule presence,” he snarled. DeMarco Kaine was no moronic criminal; he was gifted with a level of intelligence closely resembling my own. The FBI had difficulty tracking down DeMarco for six years because he was always ten steps ahead. Then they graciously enlisted yours truly to go undercover. Even though I loathed the man. I couldn't deny the fact, we bonded on a similar wavelength during the time I was undercover. This is why I don't understand how you were so careless with your product this time.

R. I crawled at the center of my lumpy bed, hugging myself as I let out a yawn. I'm tired, hungry and I feel miserable. I closed my eyes while I let the thick silence envelop me in its cold embrace. It did nothing to calm my thoughts, but it help me ease the growing turmoil in my gut. Deceit is an intricately beautiful masterpiece, weaved from countless of lies until it becomes someone else's truth. Perhaps, the deceit Enrico weaved a long time ago had already sunk in his head, making him incapable of grounding himself into the reality of the present.