Novel & Cerita Deception Point Book

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 turned there, seeing a deer, he looked to be young. I pointed to Micah, he only nodded, I know now he's bad at hunting, but I need to do this on my own, he could help once I get him pinned down, I bent my knee and made sure that the deer couldn't see me, I was hidden with

she exclaimed and sighed in frustration. “We need to teach you how to walk properly with the heels ma'am” another of the workers said and though Jenna wanted to refuse due to her dislike for feminine wears but she needed she had no choice than to agree. “Fine” she rolled her eyes, slipping Alessia's picture into her bag. ~~~~ A BAR… Could anything be more bothersome than the guilt of eliminating one's life? Bryan couldn't bear the guilt and the worry of having a corpse at home!.. “What if her mother goes to her house, she's familiar with her daughter's pass code remember?” Stephen, his best friend asked.

“Yes, Papa” “Finally, my child, although I have promised to always keep you safe, I am not immortal, and I can fail you. Therefore, use all the skills your mother, Petra, and I have taught you to find your way in life. One thing you must note is that the greatest art of war is DECEPTION. You must make your enemy feel like he is in charge, and that you cannot do anything without his knowledge. When he begins to float about in that bubble, and he loses focus and lets his guard down, that is when you burst that bubble and bring him down. Win the trust of your enemy and thrust him in the back. That is all.” “Thank you so much, Papa; and nice play on words” Kayola laughs softly.

Never defeated. Just delayed. Just postponed. Just waiting. We climbed into Garrett's vehicles. Safe. For now. For this moment. Hope released the button. The device stopped blinking. False alarm. Clever bluff. Brilliant gamble. "There is no dead man's switch, is there?" I asked. "Of course not. That would be stupid. Destroying knowledge helps no one. But they believed it. That is what mattered." Nine years old. Bluffing international conspiracy. Winning through deception. Through courage. Through sheer force of will.

“Let me guess. You got too comfortable sharing a bed with someone who didn’t keep your secrets. They found out about the book, burned it, and now you’re on the brink of impeachment. Did I cover everything?” “I’ll never get used to that freaky thing you do,” she murmured, moving toward a nearby table. There, a bottle of red wine and a single glass waited—remarkably pristine in this bleak environment. She poured the glass to the brim, then met his gaze. “So, now what?” “Everything leading up to them seizing the book is correct. But the part after that? A blatant lie. I anticipated this. The real continuation is on the counter,” he said, voice distant, as though he were bored with the confessio

This time it was Devoe that answered back. "You guys should kindly hand over the ancient book. I couldn't find it in the building where I was sealed. The book holds the key to my victory". Devoe said, which kind of confused the heroes. "We don't have the ancient book, someone else stole it". Dave said which made Devoe laugh. "You think you can fool with such a lie". Devoe created fireballs in his hand, laughing and looking at the heroes. The heroes thread their step back ready to fight if he eventually changes to his beast.

CHAPTER 41: TRUTH UNEARTHED Kael’s POV The Mooncrest library smelled of charred parchment and cold stone. Smoke still clung faintly to the rafters where scorched books and scrolls lined the walls, a silent testament to the chaos Serena had sown. I ran my fingers over the edges of what remained, careful not to disturb the fragile fragments. Every record burned, every ledger missing or altered, whispered the same thing: deception. Manipulation. Lies crafted with a precision that could only have come from someone who understood the pack—and me—better than anyone should.