This Heat Deceit Novels & Stories

Although he had been watching all of this with genuine interest, his expression had pulled into something more concentrated. "What does that mean?" He asked. "Deceit from who? From where? And how?" She turned the card toward us. The illustration was two figures, one facing forward and one behind, the one behind wearing the same face as the one in front. "This card represents deceit." She whispered. "But unclear deceit — deceit that has not yet shown its full shape." She looked at me directly. "Someone close to you is deceiving you or someone is preparing to. The deceit is already present, you simply haven't seen it yet and it's not your fault you haven't seen it." She tapped the card. "When

as the heat made my head spin. I heard footsteps outside my door, and my heart raced. “Delilah?” Matthew’s voice came through, sounding weird, like he was struggling. “You okay in there?” “No,” I said, my voice shaky. “I’m not okay. Stay away, Matthew.” “What’s wrong?” he said, knocking. “Open the door.” “I can’t,” I said, leaning against the wall, moaning, “Ohh, fuck.” My scent was everywhere, and I knew he could smell it. “It’s my heat. It’s bad.”

“He wasn't, he wasn't best for you. He's at fault, not you. He's the one who cheated on you, not you, princess. Look, men are scum, men are wicked, men are evil, blah blah blah! It's true." “Really… you do realize that what you just said right.” “Yes of course princess, I know what I just said. My point, exactly, is all about perspective. You love me, right?” “Yes I do" “That's because of how much good, care, and kindness I show and give to you. But to some other person I don't show these love and goodness, then I'm a scum, I'm a … I'm…” He snapped his fingers as he recalled, “Wicked.”

“Right, but how am I supposed to make myself look 20 years older? There’s only so much I can do, and even then, I doubt it’ll do much.” “I’ve already thought about that. You can just say you have a rare genetic disorder that makes you look younger than you already are.” “This all seems more complicated than simply telling your parents the truth.” “I know, but I enjoy keeping this part of my life a secret. There’s just something thrilling about living a double life. I’ll tell them when I get bored or tired of it.” The next night… He came back at the arranged time and got ready. “Look at you,” Myrine complimented. “I’d be shooting my shot if I was straight and you were a bit older. Don’t compl

she asked painfully. "Because I’ve learned not to trust you. My love didn’t stop you the last time. So now, I need something stronger to keep you from leaving again." "You’re unbelievable..." she said, voice trembling with unshed tears. "You loved me because you thought I was Julia. Don’t include that here. What we had was bound to end the way it did. I knew from the start you'd hate me once you found out the truth—" "Because you deceived me!" "You never let me explain!" she shouted. "You know nothing, Sake! And yet you hated me like I was the worst person alive! You judged me without even hearing me out!"

The important lesson you must know and never forget is don't be contented on what you are seeing. Because the truth can be seen beyond what is obvious I am Graciela Hope Villanovo, the woman behind the deceitful mask...

So… If she wasn’t Anne, not officially, not in his eyes… If she was just another assistant, a secretary with a clean past… Why was he helping her? Why? What was behind that intention that seemed good, seemed honest… but came from a man who knew so well how to play with masks? He knew the Carters. He knew what lurked behind their smiles, their carefully placed silences. Their measured words. The courtesy that looked like affection and favors that came with a price. Nothing was free. Nothing was innocent. So, why now? Why this gesture? Why defend her? Did he really intend to clear her name… or just keep his conscience clear?

"Do you know how stupid your reckless act was? I had someone who is working at the hotel - he was able to send me these pictures of you. You were trying to kill Devon without a mask on - do you stupidly know how reckless that was!" My breath clenched in my throat. "Dad, I was just..just momentarily shaken," I spluttered, trying to shuffle through my thoughts. "Shaken?" Hands akimbo, he calmed for a moment. "Now, who's Devon to you?" Silence. Yet, I could feel my heart beating loudly. The truth about Devon was finally coming loose - I just haven't realized the magnitude tide of my splintering alluding fury. I knew I had betrayed his trust but the truth was going to come out someday - neverthe

First, abandonment at the altar, now deceitful love. "Why me?" she wailed, her voice muffled by tears. "What have I done to deserve this?" Meanwhile, Mr. Gad frantically begged Claus, "Please, don't tell Claire. She'll destroy me." Claus smirked. "She deserves to know. You betrayed her trust." He dialed Claire's number. "Hey, working late today?" Claire asked, oblivious. "Not exactly," Claus replied, his tone icy. "I'm at an employee's apartment. Your husband's here, wrapped in someone else's arms."