Ateez #illusion Novels & Stories

We happily greeted him, trying our best not to hiccup from all the shots we had done. Finally, Jean pulled away from the designs, admiring each one. Adelia's semi-colon butterfly was intricately done, the edges of the wing slightly frayed. Teagan's Medus was large and imposing, as she wanted it on her thigh. Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan.

(POV: Deniel) I squeeze my eyes shut, convinced that what I'm seeing is nothing more than an illusion. The goddess would never appear before me, much less like this, out of nowhere. I rub my eyes with the backs of my hands, and when I open them again, her figure is still there, standing a few meters away from me, looking at me with an expression that seems to suggest I'm a complete idiot. "I can't believe it!" I exclaim, shaken by the madness of the situation.

But not before uttering, “Bitch.” Eve chuckled and continued on her way, using a whole crowd to get closer to her target. The guy, Carter Sheen, had his slanted eyes and furrowed brows focused on his phone. Every now and then, he would look up as if waiting for a certain someone. Unfortunately for him, that certain person would never show up. Eve scoffed. Gone was the overconfident man who flaunted his money and influence however he wanted. The man who was out to prove to himself and to everyone that he was the top dog just because he was the mayor’s son.

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.

“It’s her.” > “It’s not.” “It *looks* like her—” > “Because it *remembers* her. The mist pulls from your fear, your ache. Your guilt.” The false Elira stepped closer, now weeping. > “Please. I’m sorry I left you. Come home—” Seraphine shook. Riven drew his blade. And in one breath, the aunt *burned* the illusion to cinders. --- **\[POV – Seraphine]**

"Don't worry. I'm fine," I said casually. "That's good. Get some rest early," Veronica’s voice came through. "Okay. You should rest early, too, Ms. Starling." The call ended. I lay on the bed without touching my phone, while staring at the ceiling. After thinking about everything for a while, I raised my hand and pinched myself. Something about everything happening lately felt unreal. I pinched myself again. The pain was very real. That confirmed it. Everything that had happened was real.

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.

"I've always admired your work. It's an honor to be here." "If you truly admired me, you wouldn't claim my designs as your own," I retorted, unimpressed. Yvette's expression shifted, but she quickly regained her innocent look. "You misunderstood. Elliot said that the design was a team effort. He asked me to use it to improve my presentation skills." Finally, I looked up to study her expressions. She was pretty, with fair skin and delicate features.

She stammered, "M-Maverick, these photos, these agreements… they're fake—all fake! How could I ever do something like this? Ophelia is trying to frame me!" Right on cue, tears streamed down her face, making her look utterly pitiful. I calmly reached into my bag and pulled out a USB drive. "Emma, you recorded videos to pay off your gambling debts. Do you need me to help you relive those memories?" Her expression twisted from pitiful to vicious in an instant. She grabbed a cup of hot tea from the table and hurled it straight at me. "Ophelia, you bitch!" She moved so fast that I instinctively shut my eyes and raised my arm to block it. But the pain of hot tea scalding me never came.