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DECEPTION

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Reads 117
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Parts 3
Time 8m

EloquenceBeauty

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That usual dreary day... 

Everything changed...

I was one of those normal sixteen year old girls...

That night .... I no longer was...

I fell in the underworld of deceit....

Where some were chosen while others chose to be there....

 I was not chosen nor did I choose.

My only choice was to die ....

Or to thrive in this hideous game of DECEPTION.All Rights Reserved

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Verge of Insanity by Honeyvine

My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

The Agents by DallieP

My name is Jaycee Carter. And I am a secret agent. I have been a secret agent for years now. It used to be my favorite thing in the world. Now I'm not so sure. Sometimes I feel like I'm just going through the motions. If only I knew how quickly things would change completely. ---------- Agent Carter was living her simple life as a secret agent. Everything changed when old demons came back to haunt her. She must fight for not only her survival, but for the survival of those she has come to know as friends. Will she be able to do it? Or will her demons finally get the best of her?

Forever Fighting | ✔️ | [previously Espionage: double-cross] by WinterWillow901

Guns, revenge and buildings to bomb, what could go wrong? ✮ He came in, gun held out in front of him in one hand while the other was resting on his hip where a sharp dagger gleamed in the light. "Come on out little girl, why not make this easier for both of us. The agency you ran away from just want to have a little talk, that's all." She scoffed internally. Yeah right. Then the footsteps ceased. She peeked to the right, then to the left. Neither direction showed any sign of the intruder. She looked up in front of her and gasped, the glint of steel and smell of death as overwhelming as it was adrenaline inducing, exciting. "Boo." ✮ Murder, accidents, assassinations. Call it what you will, it's all the same, all has the same life breaking, mind shattering consequences - be it for the victim or the bystander. It had shaped Alex in a way no one should be. Broken down and rebuilt into the perfect soldier, one who had the power to change the world, to fight battles that would either make or break the carefully constructed vision we all live in. The only small, minute, really unimportant detail - it's pretty hard to get into a government classified site when you're 15 years old and have a rag-tag team of double-crossing back-stabbers behind you. Not to mention the threat of a world war and ghost hanging above your head. Armed with sarcasm, wit, and a hell of a lot of aggressive intentions, it won't be too long till a sticky situation is all that's ahead of you. Sometimes, running head-first into a situation isn't the best idea. Instead, you gotta play a game. A deadly game where either you have all the pieces on the board, or you have nothing. [previously known as Espionage: double-cross] Thanks for reading :)

Kids Undercover |✔️ by Purpldolph18

"There's always something called acting and lying. The answer isn't always going to pop up magically, you have to work for it." This statement can change anything. Friends. Team. Unity. Betrayal. Traitor. Alone. These words explain what the world can turn out to be. Anything can happen. Meet your not-so-average teenagers who go on an epic adventure with the new kids...as SPIES Mission- Find the kid spy working for the bad side Will they find their victim? Or will they break under the pressure? Read and find out! --- *Completed *Disclaimer: Apologies for my bad grammar since this is my first story; I improved throughout the story

"You'll Always Be My Princess...." by Holostars

I was the first girl. I'm the only girl in a glade full of guys. Thing is... I've been here, since the beginning. I was sent here with my, now, best friend, Newt. At the time, I didn't know him at all. In fact, I thought it was gonna kill me, but he didn't. He was just as lost and confused as me. I've seen people come and go. I've seen some of my closest friends die. I've been through a lot, but I'm still here. I'm still fighting, and we're still looking for a way out. We'll never stop looking for a way out. Ever. Not until we're out... or dead. "I'm not special anymore..." "You are to me. You'll always be my princess...."

The Teenage Life of a Secret Agent by RandomGirl1302

Two and a half years ago, Clara Stone was offered a deal. Now, Seventeen year old Clara is working at the SSF (Special Secret Forces) as one of their top and youngest secret agents. But after an attack in London, Clara gets hurt and is forced to move back to her hometown where she hoped to never return to. Forced to quit her job, her next job will be her hardest one yet. Being a normal teenager. Along with high school comes boys, friends and enemies along with a string of murders. Who is trying to kill her? And why does he want her dead? Will Clara be able to convince her boss to let her return to the SSF and help solve the mystery that surround her life? Clara is going to have to juggle her new normal life with her old dangerous one. But how long can she keep it a secret? #Wattys2015

Scarlett & Ethan by my_life-my_rules_

I've changed my identity three times. can never be to sure right. right now Im Riley Blake. a school teacher with short dark hair, with big innocent eyes. having managed to escape, I've lived a relevantly normal life for the past 6 years. by no means have I forgotten my revenge or stopped practicing or keeping taps. as I said relevantly normal life. Orions possible death seems far to fetched for me. but at the same time, where else could that grumpy old man be right now. he would have never just left me like that. there was no dead body to find. just the footages they used to lure me in. Orion had been gone for the longest time, and I had started to get paranoid, I was expecting the worst, and I acted according to my feeling. And I think someone is on to me. I get this weird feeling that someone is watching me. I turn and enter a clothing store. hide behind some clothes and watch the door from a mirror. there he is. someone entered behind me. he must be suspecting me of something. without being noticed by him I leave the store. and just as I turn a corner I open my phone to delete all the footages available. no proof of me ever being there. ill have to create some proof of being somewhere else. because it isn't just the enemy thats after me, but also the agents. but really I only have myself to blame. when I thought Orion had died I created chaos. so much fucking chaos. I like to call it the grieving faze. when I had finally calmed down after the attempt on my life and Orions so called death. I broke down and watched the last footage available of Orion just to realize, the guy in the video didn't have the neckless. it was not Orion. but Orion is still no where to be found, something happened to him. it must have, he would never just leave me.

The Beast's Kryptonite by Youreguiltypleasure

"Mine." His low growl of possession took my heart and the fate of my panties. They were soaked through with arousal. Damn it. I stroked his face as he sniffed the air. I prayed he couldn't smell my body's reaction to his. His hand slipped from my waist and traveled to the rip in my dress. "I can smell how much your body craves mine." My breath catches as his hand finds it home at the front of my panties. "Why don't you just submit yourself to me? Accept that you are mine and mine alone?" His hand was traveling lower, and he found my clit rubbing it through my underwear. I couldn't help but lean my head back and moan out at his skillful administration on my pussy."Moan, my name, my innocent mate. Tell everyone who is making you feel this pleasure."He had ripped my underwear off me and threw them across to hit another tree. He propped me up against the tree, causing me to hold onto his shoulders for support as his fingers took advantage of my spread legs, my dress completely exposing my pussy to him."Absolutely Ravishing." One of his thick fingers pumped its way into my hole, causing me to moan loudly into his ear. "Seth." ********* Seth Knight was not one for romance; everyone at Quillwood High School knew that. If you were a girl, you were in danger of being his next distraction. He would fuck a girl, the girl would fall in love, and he would leave. It was what had always happened. But there was a time before he had become a player. His old best friend, Belle Rivers, the innocent, sweet girl he had known since birth, kept the darkness at bay. Their mothers had been best friends since high school and conceived only months apart. They were destined to be. He was her protector, and she had kept him good, but when his dad died, the darkness crept into his heart, and the only one who could save him was forced to leave him. "Sample" (Mature scenes 18 +) {Highest rating # 29 in bestfriends ;) }

Unexpected Recruitment by ju7393

FusionAward2022 Second Place Winner Fusion Award 2022 It was by accident, in her words, that she became a spy. A nineteen-year-old teen that was recruited to be a spy in an international group of spies. She didn't have those qualifications as them, but somehow, she fit the missions given to her. She was terrified and reluctant at first, but there was nothing that could change her life as a spy. Training, and learning to lie, her first two priorities. But the problem was how to hide this fact from everyone, and most of all how would she explain reasons for leaving out of town and state for weeks at a time. Will her first infiltration mission turn out well, or will she be found out? Copyright©️July2022|ju7393

Deception 2 by __AnonymousWriter

Life takes you to mysterious places. I thought I knew all there was to know, but apparently, I've been living a lie. And yes, it's crazy. Who knew that I would find out like that? Who knew? I sure as hell didn't. Life is really messed up sometimes. Why did this happen to me? In fact, what else is there to know? Is my name really mine? Am I really seventeen years old? At this point, I don't even know who I am. Who am I? I am alone. In need of answers. Will I ever get them? How far is anyone really to go for answers? I mean, what would you do? Where would you go? Who do you turn to? I need answers. How do I get them? Life is painful and deceptive. It is filled with hate, rage, and lies. Why can't that change? Why do people lie? Is it for protection? Who are you protecting me from? So many questions. Very little answers. So again I ask you, what are we really to do when someone is being deceptive?

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Forever Fighting | ✔️ | [previously Espionage: double-cross] cover

Kids Undercover |✔️ cover

"You'll Always Be My Princess...." cover

The Teenage Life of a Secret Agent cover

Scarlett & Ethan cover

The Beast's Kryptonite cover

Unexpected Recruitment cover

Deception 2 cover

Verge of Insanity

My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.