The Deception Trilogy Novels & Stories

"Besides, you claim we deceived you on the Moon Newborn Festival plan, but without the deception, you'd have spilled everything to Hunt, and he'd have told Madison. Would our plan have succeeded? Would your mother and others have been rescued? Focus on the outcome, not the process." "Your mother is safe now—the result you wanted. The deception was necessary. If you hadn't trusted your father so blindly, we wouldn't have hidden the truth. Telling you beforehand that your father was a fence-sitter? You'd never have believed it, just as you don't believe now that Wilorina traded her body to bribe Madison's werewolf doctor to harm your mother. There's nothing left to say. I'll leave once Galvin

He handed me a file. I stared at it, my hands numb. Everything I thought I was.. everything I believed about my blood, my name, my pain—was a lie. And for the first time in my life, I didn’t know who I was supposed to hate. I regretted hating Raine all my life when she was also a victim of family feud. All our marriages originated from Deceit. It was all a Marriage of Deceits!! I opened the file, after flipping through the files. My hands trembled seeing the content.

When pretending started to feel like something more. But I shut the thought down. Quickly. Not tonight. Tonight wasn’t about feelings. It was about making the first move. About slipping the knife in and twisting just enough to watch them bleed. Charlotte and Adrian built their little kingdom on lies and betrayal. Now it was time for it to fall.

Lives would hang in the balance, sacrifices would be made, and the truth would be laid bare. As the night closed in around us, our determination burned brighter than ever. We would expose the shadows of deception, unmask the puppeteers, and fight for a future where werewolves could live in peace. Little did we know that within our own pack, a traitor lurked in the shadows, their allegiance hidden behind a carefully crafted facade. Their every move was calculated, their loyalty a mere illusion. Unbeknownst to us, they had been feeding information to our enemies, sabotaging our efforts from within. Their deception ran deep, intertwined with the very fabric of our existence.

Over the following weeks, as our combined delegation traveled back toward Ashgrove together, Wren Duskmere's followers gradually dispersing back toward their own territories once genuine collaborative process had been formally established, I found myself engaged in increasingly honest, difficult conversation with Wren Duskmere herself, working through decades of assumption and incomplete understanding that had apparently shaped our confederation's structure without either of us fully recognizing the gaps in our collective knowledge. "I think," Wren Duskmere admitted, during one particularly candid conversation held during our extended journey home, "I allowed genuine discovery to transform i

He really meant his words of having her impersonate his bride. “You mean I'll wear a silicone mask and impersonate your wife for a year?.." she breathed “How am I even so sure that you aren't deceiving me? What if you tell me to impersonate her forever?" She questioned further. “No” he said and walked over to her, his eyes were red already — the effects of the elimination, coupled with that of the alcohol. “It's just a year, I promise. I have a task to complete too within that period” he said, referring to the safe box he's still bent on finding.

"Why should I suffer after being cheated on? Is it really enough for me to just let her leave empty-handed? Maybe that's just what they want so that they could play happy family while I lose everything. If that happens, I will lose both my pride and money." With that thought in mind, I pulled over and bought three packs of the abortion medicine. The man said they were disguised as regular prenatal supplements but had subtle counteracting properties. Even professionals wouldn't be able to tell if anything was wrong with it. Plus, it would be impossible to detect something wrong with the medicine since the effect was slow. When I got home, Vicky was lounging on the sofa in a silk dress. She wa

“Why did you do it?” “What do you mean, ‘do what’?” She shot back. My frustration bubbled to the surface. The relentless games and the tangled web of deceit had worn me thin, and I was desperate for clarity. “Manipulate Dad, I saw you do it.” “It isn’t what you think,” she insisted, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “I was just trying to calm him down. I’m sick of all the conflict. If they want to make a fresh start, they need to let go of the past—but they weren’t going to do that on their own.” Her eyes pierced into mine, an unsettling intensity that felt almost accusatory. In that moment, I recognized the deception woven within her words. It was as if she revelled in her own lies, an

I retorted, "He is not the only one I despise; so stop talking and let's go. If given the chance, I will without a doubt seriously blow Eric and Armstrong's brains out. Not even my parents, I have never loathed anyone as much as I despise these two. I have changed ever since Nicholas entered my life, and the scary part is that I adore this shift. My pulse began to race as soon as we entered the interrogation room because I couldn't help but wonder who would be waiting behind the door. I just wasn't sure how I would feel or, more crucially, what I would do if it was Nicholas. I was so terrified by the whole thing, but I also started to feel like the female equivalent of Julian Anderson, or wh

I felt like I needed it right now. Finally, my nerves calmed to normal. I offered him a nervous smile, and he responded with a flirty eyebrow raise. “Misunderstandings, um, Alpha, they are at the very base of all deception. No deceiver can be queen,” Elder Sybil added in a measured tone, setting her palms flat on the table. “The red wolf…” Elder Victor raised, shifting in his chair. “She is th…” Connery cut in adamantly, rising from his chair. “I am,” I stopped Connery, glaring at him. I lifted my chin a fraction, and then I swayed my gaze at Victor and corrected, “I was.”