Hypocrisy Stories

" red colour look so beautiful on you, hyungnim, one day I will marry you and make you my bride " a 15 years old Kim Taehyung said. 20 years old Jeon Jungkook just laughed off at his words nodding his head. After 10 years " didn't I said I will make you my bride and look today you are wearing this red colour only for me " a 25 years old Taehyung said pouring a plate full of red colour over his head. Jungkook dressed in bridal red dress, covered in red colour staring at his newly wed husband with teary eyes. Just a tale of prostitute's son and nobel man. English is not my first language ignore the grammar mistakes Don't copy my work ©All rights reserved

As if life wasn't difficult enough, high-school senior Arsenio Alonso begins to be tormented by menacing phone calls and violent murders across his hometown of New Sol, California. Along the way of discovering who is behind the grisly attacks, Arsenio will uncover the town's secrets and hypocrisies including those of his own family. ⚠️(CONTENT WARNING)⚠️ This story has the following themes: STALKING, RUDE LANGUAGE, CRUDE LANGUAGE, ALCOHOL USE, DRUG USE, CHEATING, ASSAULT, BLOODY VIOLENCE, VIOLENT DEATH & SUICIDE If anything above makes you uncomfortable, please skip this story. [this story is intended for readers 16 years old or older] Thanks~BloodyHorrorFan

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باس لە دووڕوویی راستییە شاراوەکانی مرۆڤ دەکات نقابەکان زۆرن، بەڵام هەموویان ڕۆژێک دەکەون. ئەو کەسانەی خۆیان بە پالەوان دەزانن، زۆرجار لە پشت قسەی خراپ و دووڕوویی شاردراونەتەوە. ئەمە چیرۆکی دەنگی بەتاڵە.

Thoughts of a fool, about the world.

So what happens when a girl is just bad and is behind a good guy who is quite a nerd "why did you make me drink....I don't like being drunk..they act foolish and give away their secrets...I don't wanna drink ever again" Jake slurringly nags. He downs two more shots on the table and looks at me "So wanna tell me now?" I ask "Tell you what" he cries ....May be because of the bitterness and the burning sensation caused by the alcohol... " Your secret" I say "Oh!!!my secret.....youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" and then that's it, he passes out on the table. Yeah .....that's the problem here, this good guy has a secret which involves me and he doesn't want to say it.I'm Emma Thompson. Yeah the one whom your mom says to stay away from .I'm a bad girl of stanson school.Jake West is a top most nerd of our school with a secret that I'm destined to find

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Have you every had a desire? An ambition? A hidden machination that was to unrealistic to achieve but to fantastical to ignore and forget. A dream. Have you ever wondered what would happen if you achieved that dream? Would you become famous? Rich? Powerful? Omscent? Happy? In love? How many people would you be willing to trample over to achieve that goal? How many people would you be willing to disembowel to achieve your dream? How many emotions would you be willing to sacrifice to reach that ambition? If the answers are none... then it wasn't what you truly desired. Humans are naturely selfish. Inherently greedy. Raised to be arrogant, and fight for lasting ignorance. For justice to exist... humans can't. So I ask you reader, will you succumb to temptations too? Or just watch on as a student named Dorian Wotton struggles to resist...

ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━

are you afraid?

It wasn't a new thing for a Father to decide who his daughters marry or who his sons marry. But, brows got raised when this Father married his most beloved daughter to an already married man. Lubna, an eighteen year old and rose of the family of Alhaji Abdulkareem is married to a Man from a respectful family, A first son who had a wife already. She couldn't refuse her father. To her, he meant everything... So her only choice: Yes, I will Marry him. Muhammad, thirty five years old with a wife and four kids wants to marry the daughter of his late father's dearest friend, Lubna, The fair Fulani beauty. While Muhammad tries his best to keep the promise he made to Lubna's Father, his wife vows to make her life hell on earth. Zubaida is blinded by jealousy and would do anything to get Lubna out of their lives and most importantly, out of her husband's heart. But time waits for no one, does it? It comes and it goes. Taking with it sometimes, our tears and sorrows, Throwing in smiles and joy. Other times, it takes away the laughter and buries it somewhere deep in its sands, carrying on its tail a whole sack of tears and heartbreak. But sands will remain sands And sometime, when the time comes again, It brings back that which it took. On its trail this time, Tales of happy rains and Sunny days. This book tells the story of a mother. It is dedicated to all mothers. ~~~

An anthology of poems about Indian society ; it's hypocrisy and irony.

The people gather together with their finest offerings, to praise the Great God Shakur. But the city is filled with truths they will never know.

As heiress of Horan Holdings, a disgraced press company, Clare Horan moves to another school in her senior year of high school after losing her temper against a classmate. That's when she meets Elliot Lockwood, son of a mega tycoon. With winning smiles and a handsome face that turns many heads, Elliot is loved by everyone in school. But Clare knows Elliot for who he is- a boy who sees people as tools, and a boy who cares for no one- even himself. Someone she should stay away from. The pair end up in a relationship of give-and-take- to find out the truth behind the disappearance of Elliot's mother and the suspicious grounds on which Clare's father was put in prison for. But soon enough, Clare sees Elliot for who he really is behind his charming smiles, quick wits and manners- a boy with unexplained bruises, a boy merely used as publicity tool of his adoptive family, and possibly, a boy who's running out of time- to live. The story of Clare and Elliot. Clare, the crazy but sweet and Elliot, the sweet but crazy. -@- He was quiet for a moment, and then, slowly, shifted his head slightly and pressed his lips against my neck. Fuck. My insides seemed to melt. By my sides, my fingers slackened. "You want the shameless type or the bashful type?" Pulling his head away from my shoulder, Elliot straightened. Gently shifting his cap up, he looked at me, grinning. "You tell me what you want. I'll do just that." ~ * ~ "My strategy was to make you pity me, so that you'll help me more actively." Elliot smiled faintly. "But it kinda feels like shit, with you looking at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you sincerely sympathize with me." Started uploads: 16 Sep 2021 Ended uploads: 24 June 2022

Highlighting the hypocrisy of celebrating a national holiday dedicated to women while they are still being oppressed shamelessly.

This is a poem I made in class when I was bored. I tried to cover a few points that came to my mind. Enjoy!

Yep, you read it right folks. It's a fucking picture book, like every other picture book in this website but this one doesn't have a theme. You heard it right folks, this one doesn't have a theme. So, by logic, this won't be a very popular book.

People suck. I suck. The world sucks. And the worst part? None of us fucking swallow.