Novel & Cerita Deception Point Book

I closed the book and nodded. The last thing I read in the book still echoed in my mind when I came back downstairs after using the bathroom and washing my face. ‘All warfare is based on deception.’ When I entered the dining room he was already seated and this time his phone wasn’t in his hand and his eyes weren’t glued on its screen. No, right now he looked at me. His golden brown gaze raked over me from top to bottom, from my messy bun to my bare toes.

I walked over to the bookshelf and picked up the book 'The Art of Deception. "Are you interested in reading it?" Alpha Matthew asked me. "Of course. It's intriguing. I'll study it to fool Alpha Hughes and we can carry out our plans more freely," I explained. Alpha Matthew nodded. "Aren't you interested in seeing the results of our research?" "Where did you put the research results?" I asked and put down my book. "In the armoury of course. Are you interested in seeing it?" Alpha Matthew asked once again. I knitted my eyebrows together and nodded. Alpha Matthew took me there and showed me a clear tester containing a blackish and shimmering liquid.

Chapter 48: Veil of Deception The air was thick with tension as I stepped into the dimly lit room, my heart pounding in my chest. The events of the past few weeks had unraveled the comfortable illusion I once had of my life, revealing a web of lies and deceit that I never could have imagined. The truth had become elusive, hidden beneath a veil of deception, and it was up to me to unravel the tangled threads and find my way out of this labyrinth. As I cautiously surveyed the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. The walls seemed to whisper secrets, and the shadows danced with a haunting rhythm. It was here, in this clandestine meeting place, that I hoped to find the answers I

You’ll want to know who everyone is, why they act the way they do, and what’s already gone down to set the stage for what’s next. So, if you haven’t been introduced to the chaos, deception, and mind games Alessandro and Viviane wrapped up in the last book, hit pause on this one. Read it, live it, and then come back to this book and get ready for more. •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional.

“How can I be certain this isn’t another trap?” Clara let out a deep breath, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction. "Listen, I understand." You lack trust in me, and frankly, I wouldn't fault you for that. But for now, the enemy is Lucian. He’s the one we need to concentrate on. We’ve been too wrapped up in our conflicts to notice the wider picture. If we don’t act now, we’ll all fall into his hands.” Isabella’s thoughts raced, divided between the need to trust Clara and the nagging sense that it was all just another deception. She had been deceived by so many people previously. Was Clara merely another participant in Lucian’s twisted game?

(Gloria) I never thought I’d be the kind of person to plot someone’s temporary demise, but here I am, standing in the grocery store aisle, holding a pack of activated charcoal with a smile so devious the cashier is giving me side eye. Don’t judge me, lady. Kate wants to sabotage me? Fine. But I refuse to be the bigger person. In fact, I’m about to be the pettiest person who ever lived. After paying, I head home, humming to myself, already picturing the delightful mess tomorrow will bring. Kate adores her stupid pink coffee mug, the one she never lets anyone else touch. It’s her pride and joy, a symbol of her existence.

“That becomes our problem, once you are a client an attack on you is an attack on my reputation.” “We will find them, and make an example of them so profound that no one will consider touching what’s yours for a generation.” He promised with no more emotion than a man discussing a stock acquisition. The temptation was real, to hand it all over, the fear, the uncertainty, the bloody weight of responsibility, to this calm capable man. To let his winter-sea eyes watch the shadows so I could finally sleep. I thought of Rudy, digging in the digital dark, asking for trust and time I didn’t have. I thought of Ricardo’s haunted warning about players I couldn’t see. I thought of Elder Jacobs, lying c