Hypocrisy Novels & Stories

Having enough of their hypocrisy and pestering, Rose felt like she had stepped on dung; she could not get rid of it nor shake it off. "Oh, how high and mighty of you. What are the two of you doing here? Stop f*cking acting in front of me and showing off, do you think I give a d*mn? If you are really in love, then just find a place, get married, and f*ck off! If you are that responsible, why are you still pestering me? Do you want my forgiveness? Then dump her! If you're that selfless, what the f*ck do you expect in return? You're angry? Let him go if you think you're a saint... I'll be the villain, are you happy with that? Please continue with your act! You ar

You kept calling her a 'fake heiress,' insulting her as if she was a gold digger. "Timothy Lane, let me give you a piece of advice. You think you’re so amazing, but you’re nothing. Addy already had nothing. Why did you all still treat her so cruelly? Why?!" With that, Edith closed her eyes in pain, letting her tears silently fall. Timothy shook his head vigorously, desperately trying to explain. "It's not like that… It's not…" Edith sneered at him. "You're nothing but a hypocrite. The worst thing that ever happened to Addy in this life was marrying you, and the worst thing that ever happened to Halle was having you as her father."

“No punishment, I swear. Just ten minutes, and we’d be done… cross my heart.” I moved again, and her glare had me shivering. Spitfire. “You’re trying to bribe me, aren't you? Does the world even know that Kaida Crawford is a hypocrite? You kept a principle for years, and you're willing to break it because you've become some stallion wannabe.” I laughed, sucking on my bottom lip. “I can be your hypocrite, Wifey.” She scoffed. “You say that a hundred times a day, doesn't it tastes like ash to you?” The lotion dripped into her palm, fuelling the nasty thought clashing in my head. “Repetition makes something lose its value…”

Some minutes to lunch time, I went out of my office again to get a glass of water because Melissa was not close by to get it for me. "Yeah she acts all holy but she's a real slut! Can you believe she's fucking the boss?" I heard the disgusting voice I knew too well say. She had her back to me, and she was talking to a bunch of girls I saw every other day but couldn't tell their names. I knew she was talking about me, but I didn't want to say anything because my name was not mentioned. I got my glass of water, but as I was about to drink it, Anabeth completed the sentence. "Sewa is such a hypocrite, a liar and a slut" she spat.

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

“You are dangerous to me. To everyone. You wrote a law for yourself that no judge, no jury, no conscience signed off on. That’s not protection. That’s a sentence.” He moved like a coiled animal, close enough that I felt the heat from his chest. His voice dropped to a dangerous purr. “And yet,” he said softly, “you keep choosing to be with me. You keep crossing back here. You keep loving me with all your cracked edges. So, who is the real hypocrite?” That question almost undid me. Rage and humiliation warred with a kind of desperate hunger that felt like an old addiction. I could taste it like copper. I could feel the itch for him building under my ribs, a thing I would later punish myself fo

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.