What Deceit Novels & Stories

“And who am I but God’s servant on earth, is he was killed, not once but twice, for being someone other than who he truly was. For lying.” “For being dishonest,” she said. Her tongue felt thick, her lips now without a doubt numb. She wondered if he heard her drunkenness in her words. In the slurring of her sentences or the way her lips refused to respond. And if he would tell on her. If she would be punished. Expelled. Destroyed. She wondered if she should take another drink. “Being dishonest has consequences.” He was watching her. “Deception travels, like a blackening swarm of ravenous flies, landing on the innocent, infecting them, changing them. Coloring them, these innocents, with the si

She hissed when her head hit the wall with force accidentally. “And even at that time, you were successful in deceiving me, and you did the same thing today.”, I growled at her. “Don’t you know everything is fair in love and war?”, She asked, sensually touching my lips with her thumb. “The war was called off at the moment when you gave a new life, and I won’t mind deceiving you again and again and again and again to listen to those three words from your mouth which you haven’t said to me directly, looking straight into my eyes.”, She said and licked her lips with the tips of the tongue, touching my chin which her thumb.

“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

Dance with the Devil is a song by Immortal Technique that I once heard. After dancing with a rumored devil in the flesh, I don't know why I can still recall these songs. Nicholas is a peculiar and mysterious individual. When I questioned him about our relationship, he replied, "I'll show you." Shortly after, he had my legs spread wide and had his cookie all to himself while I was resting on my back. I keep wondering just what that particular moment meant. Am I just a gullible young woman who just abandoned herself to a stranger? Love is supposedly blind, but I don't believe it to be more blind than I am. If a blind man can accurately play piano notes. I ponder how I can't notice the danger r

“I swear, baby girl. I didn’t do it.” “Then why? w-what did they say you did?!” “Fraud and Embezzlement. They found some secret accounts in my name. But I never… Selena, you have to believe me. I never touched any of it. Someone's setting me up.” “I know dad, I know… just tell them” They’re not listening” They started pulling him toward the car again. I grabbed his sleeve. “Don’t take him! Please, he’s all I have left!”

"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

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."

“The lagoon never happened. You hear me? It stays between us. Nobody can ever know I drove into that water. Not a single soul.” I crossed my arms, mirroring him. “Fine. It stays between us. But you deleted everything you saw in my phone. Every call log, every message, every trace of Quinn. We pretend none of this exists. That’s the only way this works.” He stopped a few feet away, eyes burning. “You really think it’s that easy? You pull a man out of the water who didn’t want to be saved, and now we’re suddenly supposed to trust each other? Why did you do it, Rosa? Tell me the truth. Why jump into a lagoon for me?”

"It is not without logic." "Yes," Sera said. "Their definition of deception is doing significant work," he said. "If the panel accepts that concealing her voice constitutes material deception the argument holds." "If," Cress said. "If," Finn confirmed. He looked at the document. "The question is what the concealment was in response to," he said. "Deception implies intent to deceive for personal gain." He looked at Sera. "What were you concealing from?" Sera looked at him. "A structure designed to punish accurate perception," she said.

If something had been engineered — if a family had built a marriage on a lie, on a swapped presence and a forged bond and two decades of careful management — I was going to dismantle it piece by piece. Every record. Every document. Every careful, buried, expensive truth. I was going to pull it all into the light. I picked up the glass. Finished what was in it in one motion. Set it back down on the table without a sound. "If something is really going on." I said it to the glass. To the room. To the five years that sat behind me like a closed door I was about to take off its hinges. "I'm going to know." Lucien looked at me across the table.