Webs Of Deception Novels & Stories

“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

Just simple, manageable Luna responsibilities. But even those simple tasks felt different now. I noticed it first during a pack meeting about border security. One of the younger wolves was giving a report, and halfway through, I suddenly understood he was lying. Not through any obvious tell, not through pack bonds or Guardian instincts, but through something darker. I recognized the lie because I understood deception in a way I hadn’t before. The darkness inside me knew how to manipulate, deceive, and twist truth into whatever shape served its purpose. And that knowledge bled into my consciousness whether I wanted it or not.

he began slowly, “the burn scar on your hand appeared instead. Your father panicked; he couldn't bear to see you in pain. He brought you to the Sage to find answers that night. But the moment she touched your arm she saw something.” I looked down at the scar still etched into my arm. When I asked my father about it he told me my arm got burnt when I was a kid. Another lie. “What did she see?” Theo’s jaw tightened before he spoke. “A prophecy. She saw a prophecy about a cursed Alpha, born under the Blood Moon, carrying the infinity mark on his chest. His fate is bound to a forbidden child born of a human and a wolf. She said the child will both save him… and destroy him.”

The pain and humiliation I had suffered from evaporated, replaced by stark lucidity. "Your thief-crying-thief skill is unmatched," I scoffed. "Who faked poverty? Paralysis? Who liquidated my dad's relic to curry favor with Mark? Who orchestrated a biennial drama solely to avenge him, delighting as I braved tempests to ferry your extravagant feast? You must have savored every moment, right? Who is the real cheater here?" My piercing stare shifted to Mark, noting the vacant finger where the ring once sat. I continued, "You two are the masked puppeteers, plotting, deceiving, and trampling genuine emotions underfoot."

I do, my thought screamed but my mouth was sealed. Lightenings tore through the sky, and a thunder crackled like the sound of a million feet running. The florescent lights in the room blinked twice. "I believe you know this is mismanagement and also embezzlement of your company's funds, and it's likely to affect the growth of your company," her gaze settled on the papers. "Yeah, I do know that. And I know exactly what to do." I assured her then. She nodded. "Can I be allowed to return to my room then?"

I stood up, walking to my shelf, “but… that smile Gary gave me. Like he knows he’s winning. And Rosa’s been going out with him. Laughing with him. Gosh!! I'm finally going crazy. I picked up the Meridian file. “Focus. These numbers are good. Client likes the direction. We can build something real here. Rosa would know exactly how to present the legacy side. Damn it, stop. Stay on track.” I flipped a page. “Gary thinks this is all a game. He always does. But this doesn’t feel like a game to me. Not anymore. This feels real. And I hate how much it’s getting to me.” My phone beeped suddenly on my desk, and when I checked it was a text, but from an unknown number. Then the message popped in.

"Apparently it works on pimples too. She swore by it." "Irabella." My name in his mouth. One word. Said without inflection, without accusation — and somehow worse for both, because the absence of those things meant he wasn't reacting, meant he was still inside the calculation, still running the evidence against the instinct, and the instinct was not losing. "That's the truth." Another laugh, thinner than the first, the architecture of it starting to show. I kept my eyes on his and willed my pulse to slow and it refused completely. "Daemon, why would I need a scent-hiding potion? What would I even be hiding?"

Desperate times call for desperate measures. That was exactly what Bridgette did to Philip. She trapped him into believing that the child she was carrying was his, even though she knew it was terribly wrong. But when Philip discovered the truth, he was furious and filed for divorce. What would happen to her child? Who would the child grow up calling "Dad"? What if, one day, fate brought her face to face with her child's real father again? Would she finally tell him that their one unforgettable night had created a life? Or would she once again let another man bear the responsibility for her child? Enjoy reading! ^_^

A little web of black veins. The start of the poison.

“This—this is deception! You don’t understand! She bewitched him, that is all—” The imperial physician, frantic to salvage what little control he still had, pushed forward, robes billowing, his voice dripping with false confidence. “Yes, yes, trickery! No woman could draw silver out of a Lycan’s blood. She must have used forbidden charms. She has deceived you all!”