Hypocrisy Novels & Stories

The acknowledgment that unconventional family structures could exist within morally complex situations. "We're hypocrites," Nico said after the article dropped. "We're complicated," Eli corrected. "We're doing real good with money that comes from bad places. That's not hypocrisy. That's just contradiction." "Is there a difference?" "Yes. Hypocrites pretend their money is clean. We're just acknowledging that it's not. And choosing to do good with it anyway." The consulting work slowed. Some clients distanced themselves. But new clients came. People who weren't looking for a clean narrative. People who understood that real families were built in the spaces betwe

Oh what I'd give to wipe that nasty smirk from his face. Yes, I wanted him to fuck me senseless but he didn't need to know that, he'd just be stupidly proud. "No, you need to go, incase you didn't know, I got some dick last night and I'm fine" I bragged, I know I was crossing a line here but, I didn't care. "You hated it" he said casually, too casually "What?" I feigned ignorance "You hated it" he repeated "You don't know that" I told him and I folded my arms, making my boobs grab his attention.

Just then Zoey came as she hugged his grandfather and glared Ahmet. “Grandpa, he stole my chocolates again and now he is not even accepting it. I swear I am going to kill him.” She made an innocent face while Ahmet felt as his breath was knocked out as he observed everyone’s gaze on him. She smirked as her baba scolded Ahmet. Ahmet was a university student while Zoey was in college but still, they bickered like they were young kids. “Ok, I am sorry. I wouldn’t do it again and even return the chocolates.” Ahmet said with an annoyed expression as Zoey smiled.

But every time I show weakness, they beat me up to death. I can even remember Odin's favorite motto for me. "If you are weak, then you have no right to live in this world," That's Odin's favorite line. But... where am I? It's impossible that Odin will let me out of their sight. They can't let me gone even just for an hour. For them, I'm a tool or a machine that they can use and experiment with every time they want. Yes, they are that cruel. And I loathe them to the core!

He talks less, works more, spending more time in his study. “ oh you didn’t tell me about it earliar. Did you talk to him?” josh said with his husky voice… I didn’t hold in now. “ well I am not the only one to hide things isn’t it.” Hearing this, he was shocked. He definetly didn’t expect that with me. “ I didn’t hide it. I was gonna tell you. I was waiting for the right moment.” This made me extremely furious. “ there it is. The most used phse of the century. ‘Waiting for the right moment.’ When is the exactly right time? And how can other person decide that for anyone else.” I blabbed it out

"And maybe it was. But you also couldn't stop thinking about the man at the altar. The one you had fucked and walked away from. The one who stopped that ceremony when he saw you. And you knew it. And you did it anyway." The words landed with the accuracy of someone who had been paying very close attention for a very long time. I opened my mouth. Closed it. He wasn't wrong. That was the most infuriating part. He was standing there with all his Jolene-shaped blind spots and his managed half-truths and his selective transparency, and he was also completely, undeniably right about this one thing. And I hated him for it with an intensity that had heat underneath it. "So we're both hypocrites," I

Was I supposed to marry the first random woman I didn’t love just so people would start seeing me as a respectable man with serious intentions? But I don’t love and can’t lie to myself! I’m not one of those people who bends under forced circumstances so someone out there might start thinking better of me. That’s hypocrisy and falsehood, first of all toward yourself. “I won’t let her down, and her job doesn’t scare me,” I say confidently, and the kid rolls his eyes mockingly. “Yeah, sure…”

For a few more seconds he looked at me, with a kiss on the forehead and having joined me to his chest by squeezing me in an embrace that confirmed to Emely the unthinkable. Well, miss, the truth is I don't know what your name is, much less it doesn't interest me, but I'll tell you one thing, if there's one thing I hate in this life it's hypocrisy, interested women many, hundreds eh known, phony women like you probably just looking to get a personal benefit and I'm sick of that. ´´ That one took a deep breath, for a moment I saw him analyze his words and as if it were the greatest affirmation of his life he emphasized again.

She's undergone a complete transformation, even altering her entire appearance. She goes to the extreme of insulting my mother, leveling the accusation of hypocrisy against her. It's a sharp jab, suggesting that my mother is participating in an auction under false pretenses, bidding something she never truly intended to part with. The insult hangs heavy in the air, deepening the tension between them. I find myself unable to stand by silently as she continues to disrespect my mother in front of everyone. Fueled by a surge of indignation, I engage in a heated argument with her, unwilling to tolerate her blatant disregard for decency.

friend and eat bagels together, when the biker had hit her from behind. Gary opened his left hand and revealed an empty palm. He feigned a shocked expression. Hope gasp, but she was also feigning as they had done this routine before. "Where is it?" "Should we check the right?" He said in an exaggerated inquisitive tone. She nodded with excitement. Gary opened his right hand, but it was empty yet again. "Where?" She kept up with the act. "Where do you think?" He teased.