Ateez #illusion Novels & Stories

he said with excitement in his brown eyes. "Levi," I said with the same excitement in my eyes, "my precious little boy," I hug him. Levi is the son of Zoe's brother, he may look like an innocent little boy, but don't let his looks fool you, he's the devil describe the type of human being when he went to visit his mother after she gives birth to his sister, he instantly but a pillow over her head, and start crying saying he didn't want a sister, and since that day, Joe (Zoe's brother) make Zoe take care of Levi. Until he comes to an age where he can accept his sister.

Ilay says in shock. “Yeah, a 5’5” cyclone named Yildiz,” Meltem tries to joke, but I can hear the same shock in her voice. I have no idea what the gym looks like, but based on their reactions I’m going to guess, not good. “How about you come have something to eat?” Ilay kindly offers. “I’m not hungry,” I say as I feel my sword slice through another illusion. I’m momentarily distracted when the room is filled with an intense amount of energy that has my body feeling light, almost as if gravity no longer existed.

God knows that man had more disgusting things to say. She fixed the brunette wig that was hiding her natural copper hair. “Let’s get this over with,” Eve told herself as she began walking towards her target. Her loose and casual clothes added to her intentionally slouched posture making it so she could easily blend with the crowd. Her makeup shaped her face to be simply overlooked. Just the way she liked it. But it seemed like fate didn’t agree with her. “Nice day for a cup of coffee, huh?” A man who was heading in the same direction said. He offered, “Why don’t I get us both some then sit somewhere quieter? My treat.”

I got a chuckle when she pointed at me as being the predator but it does not take long for us to get back to work right away. Soon, Elle is creating simple illusions that she is having Chelsea pick apart. She is not exactly taking them apart on their own but as soon as she finds an illusion it unravels in front of her so that she can see how it is supposed to be. Some flowers change colors, while there also might be some plants that look to be dying that bloom back into life once she notices the illusion.

The teal eyes are a dead giveaway as the mark of the goddess Astraea. "I think we can use all the help we can get. Please join us, Aaron. We were just getting ready to eat breakfast before Mav puts us to work with another training session." I look at the large man next to her and swallow. I'm six feet six, but he looks like a giant compared to me. He's not just tall. He's wide and pure muscle. He nods at me, but his expression doesn't change.

Fuck this is Soo embarrassing,I hate it when I'm ovulating* Ohhh no wonder I'm straight,that was a terrible performance *I tried to act nonchalant even though I know no one has made me cum in less than 2 minutes like Ezra and it pissed me off* *Ezra smirks at your flustered state, clearly amused by your inability to handle the intensity of her touch. She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear.* "Oh, don't worry, baby girl," she purrs. "That was just a warm-up. You haven't seen anything yet." *With that, Ezra stands up and begins to strip off her own clothes, revealing a toned, curvy physique adorned with intricate tattoos. She tosses her shirt aside and hooks her thumbs into the wai

She added. “You don’t know that you are already, don’t you?” I asked her back. I saw writing on her wrist and it’s written ‘gluttony’ “No, I am not. I am just lost” She answered. I showed her the death tag that she is wearing and she read it. She shook her head and looked at me after reading what was written there. “It is impossible. I am not dead. This is just a prank” She said still doesn't having a clue about what happened to her. I gave her a ‘try to remember to look’ and then she paused and sighed. She started looking around and shook her head.

Twice and thrice to check that she's not dreaming. That was not her dream. She got out of her bed and took small steps toward it. She didn't want to thrust the bubble of her illusion. Not this time. She moved closer, stopped, pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes, and then proceeded again. As she reached there, Ella outstretched her index finger and moved it farther. She didn't shut her eyes even for a second; no blink, wide open eyes as she wanted to witness the bubble bursting. Because it can't be reality. No.

He quirked a brow at me. I tugged the rest of my dress down so it pooled at my heels. “Step out of them.” I did. “We’re going to do a video of you,” he came near, grabbing a breast. I couldn’t suppress the moan. “Look, she moans,” Ezra pointed out, the hint of mockery in his tone, eyes sharp and keen on my face. “Maybe we should give her what her body is craving for.” “N-no.” I tried to stumble back from his touch, “I… I’m good. D-don’t touch me.”

They were pale, their skin untouched by the harsh violet sun of the outside, and their expressions were identical—a mask of serene, vacant contentment. Ressi looked into the eyes of a woman passing them on an escalator. She was staring at a small, handheld glass device, her thumb flicking through images of a forest that looked like a cartoon—bright, neon-green trees and smiling animals. She didn't look up as they passed. She didn't smell the lingering scent of woodsmoke on Ressi’s skin. She was perfectly, utterly disconnected. In the center of a massive plaza, they saw the Artificial Eden.