Theartofdeception Stories

She studied the human mind. He studied hers. At Vale Institute, Elara meets Adrian - a man too calm, too intelligent, and far too dangerous to trust. But the closer she gets to him, the more she realizes... she's no longer observing the subject. She's become one.

"The strands of illusion were tightly woven, a dangerous web that ensnared the unwary." Myra, a relentless reporter, was drawn into this beguiling trap, woven by the enigmatic Aiden, a prominent figure shrouded in secrets. Murmurs echoed of his connection to a series of dark and sinister events, and Myra was determined to unravel the truth. As she ventured into the depths of Aiden's world, she found herself ensnared in a dangerous dance of truth and deceit. Every step she took unveiled a new facet of his enigmatic character, and the consequences of revealing the truth were dire. But Myra refused to be merely a pawn in Aiden's manipulative game. With each clue she uncovered, the veil of his illusions lifted, exposing a shocking reality that threatened to swallow them both. In this captivating mystery novel, the boundaries between the known and unknown are blurred, and the only way to survive is to navigate the maze of the mind and uncover the cryptic symbols that hold the key to the truth. Will Myra decipher the enigma that surrounds Aiden, or will she be forever entranced by his masterful manipulation?"

Oh spread your now healed wings and fly make a strong gust of wind that could make the dandelions that bloomed fly away. Till then, When May Comes.

The world is far from my outstretched hands but my universe is made up of every atom and molecule Every working organs Every joints, muscles and bones Every strand of hair on my head Every blood that runs through my very veins Every cell that made my being whole And from those people who were sprinkled with stardust that came from the same star as I. This is my universe. This is Stella's Universe. The picture is not mine I found it at Pinterest, credits to the rightful owner.

"Why do you like poems?" He genuinely asked, a question that he has yearned to hear the answer. He looked at her that not even words could define nor describe. A small smile etched in her face as she heard him asked. "Simply because they are simple yet have deeper depth than stories" She started and she has that faraway look in her eyes, a look that states her heart and mind is somewhere else. A place which she created. Her world. And he hoped to be a part of it. "Poems, they do not have beginnings nor endings, they simply just last long" she paused and silence stripped them bare, her voice is imprinted in his mind. "But stories they end. They always do." She added and a smile graces her solemn face.