This Heat Deceit Novels & Stories

"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

And now, he would finally understand why I had been so opposed to their relationship. But as I looked at Gael, I saw something that made my heart sink. I saw a look of uncertainty, a look of doubt. And I realized, with a sinking feeling, that Gael might not be as convinced as I thought he would be. "What does this mean?" Gael asked, his voice hesitant. "Is this really true?" I nodded, feeling a sense of frustration. "Yes, it's true," I said. "Kaye is not the woman you think she is. She's manipulative and deceitful, and she's only using you for her own gain."

“It’s my heat. It’s bad.” “Shit,” he said, his voice low. “Let me in, Delilah. I can help.” “No!” I said, but my body wanted him so bad. I slid to the floor, my hands between my legs, trying to stop the ache. “Mmm,” I moaned, unable to help it. Then I heard Derek’s voice, sharp and rough. “Matthew, what’s going on?” he said, his footsteps heavy. “It’s Delilah,” Matthew said. “She’s in heat. It’s strong, Dad.”

“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...

But with resolve. “You are a Carter now,” the woman continued, stepping closer. “A Carter! And that means you can’t afford mistakes. Especially not sentimental ones. Your father is under investigation, and you decide to defend him publicly, like you’re just another nobody! Don’t you understand?” “He’s my father,” Anne whispered, voice broken but still standing. “My brothers… my mother… They’re not criminals. They’re my family, they’re being destroyed, and no one wants to listen. I can’t just...!”

"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."