Webs Of Deception Novels & Stories

It was the Master-Weaver. "You have come far to seek the 'Truth,' Darlene," the Weaver spoke, his voice sounding like a thousand pages turning at once. "But in the One-Hundred-and-Twelfth Layer, 'Truth' is just a Variable that I haven't yet balanced. You think your 'Sovereignty' is a rebellion, but look at the Spindle. Every strike you’ve landed, every gate you’ve broken, was Anticipated. I needed your 'Too Much' energy to power the Expansion". He raised his stylus, and the glass floor beneath us began to Render.

How would she believe me when I was driving a freaking G-Wagon and wearing an expensive coat? "I— I don't, I don't have any mon—money…" I choked out, and with that, my own tears started flowing again, mixing with the rain. I reached out, my hands finding her shoulders. "I was robbed last night and my car was bashed. When I got home to tell my boyfriend the bad news, I—I found him cheating on me with his secretary, Lisa. I left my Audi at our place, but I—I spent most of my money paying for his G-Wagon, and now I have no place to stay because I can't go back to that house with a man that's cheating on me. And I'm here at the hospital because my friends are injured, and and and, I'm just—"

The web of deception was more intricate than we could have ever imagined, entangling us in a dangerous game of power and manipulation. As we delved deeper into the truth, a realization dawned upon us—a realization that would change everything. Our journey was no longer just about reuniting a fragmented family. It was about confronting the past, unearthing the buried secrets, and forging a future that defied the expectations thrust upon us.

I promise him making him roll his eyes at me. I shifted back to my wolf form, feeling weaker now, we eat often when we shift back and forth from our two forms, I led the way with Micah staying behind me, in the middle of nowhere, there must be an animal roaming free. We walked and jogged for a solid two hours, all we could see is the white snow and the dead forest, we took another step, but then I heard a twig breaking behind me, I stood still, Micah walked right into me, he stopped and huffed looking at me annoyed, but I only shook my head at him, I heard another step on the snow, one that wasn't ours, my ears laid flat on my head, listening to the sound, it was coming from my left, I turne

In the treacherous web of deception, Chloe found herself ensnared, struggling to discern truth from falsehood. Every step forward seemed to lead her deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of darkness, where clarity remained elusive. The kaleidoscope of deceit spun with every revelation, casting a dizzying array of half-truths and veiled lies, challenging Chloe's determination to uncover the elusive truth.

They were born different with a gift of healing and a beast that can never shift. Today Leo had almost blown his cover. He didn’t bother to explain because it would only bring him more trouble if the stupid juvenile ran his mouth to someone. With a furious sigh, he glided to the nearby shelf from which he pulled a concoction. Tomorrow when his parents find his body, they would think the werewolf got poisoned accidentally. An hour later, he brushed his hand on the robe as he returned to the small wooden cabin after taking care of the foolish omega. That boy was actually useful at times. His death, however, helped to take some edge off.

She picked him up single-handedly and he squirmed, kicked, flailed his three-fingered hands, and gnashed his teeth. “Monster! Put me down, you monster!” Then he bit her in the hand followed by a kick on her forehead, causing her to stumble backward and loosen her hold around him. The Skibblitz gathered under him, giving him a cushion as he bounced off over their heads. “Whispers among the trees. Unpleasant tidings Whuuza doesn’t understand,” he said as he continued to bounce over the other Skibblitz’s heads. “They are afraid. Their branches shrink. There is a blight in the air. They do not like it. Whuuza doesn’t like it!” Then he spun in the air and landed on his feet. “Cruelty and destruct

Holding a firm grasp on it, I sit criss-crossed on the floor, making myself comfortable and ready to obtain forbidden knowledge. The book was quite small, yet it weighted on my hands. I knew how wrong and grave my actions were, yet I cannot walk away from the scene. I Caress my fingers over the book cover while thinking through what I am about to do. My conscious Unable to give a blind eye to my wrong desires neither am I willing turn away, we make a deal that I would only look at the first page but boy who was I kidding . This book belongs to: S/I, were the only words written on the first page. Feeling unsatisfied with the little information the first page gave, I moved on to the second.

When my mom died, who claimed that we were all deceased? My voice is not even a whisper. "That's not true.". Ethan doesn't blink. “It's not.”. My hands shake uncontrollably. "Why did you not disclose this information before?". A slow inhalation from Ethan. "You're a target, because you know the truth." (Laughter) My eyes glaze over as I contemplate the impact of his words on my mind. An appalling realization slips my conscience. "I gaze at his.". Ethan's expression darkens. “Yes.”.

Three months after having twins, I received pictures and a video from my best friend, Phoebe Doyle. In the photos, my husband, Derrick Wells, was hugging another woman. The video was even more explicit, showing the two of them kissing in a car. Phoebe anxiously asked, "Do you know Derrick has a mistress?" I replied calmly, "I do." Derrick's cheating wasn't new to me. I found out about his affair five months into my second pregnancy.