Ateez #illusion Novels & Stories

she said in her sexy voice just as the girl AA called sis said in her fake voice "Yes baby" AA said trying not to laugh because he knows she's jealous that's why "My lips is itching me" she said still trying to annoy the girl which she succeed because the girl was at the verge of bursting "Let me see it" "Humm hummm" she pouted "I want you to kiss me so it's will stop itching" "Okay" and he kissed her which the girl stomp away Tehzeeb seeing that push AA away" because you see her skinny that's why you were opening your teeth pretending to be smiling" Tehzeeb said

Geez! ********

On the likely chance that I am attacked, I should have a fighting chance. Amnesi stops. “There is an array meant to keep people and monsters away right here.” “I don’t see anything though.” She rolls her eyes. “Of course not. Do exactly what I do if you don’t want to get lost.” I swallow. “Yes!” “Three steps right, two steps forward, two steps left, twenty steps forward.” So she says but… there is a rock right in front of us. Forward where?! ‘It’s an illusion.’ Ezra’s voice cuts through my confusion. ‘Once you start moving, keep your eyes open.’

The soul remained motionless, its back a wall of night, offering nothing but silence and the terrible certainty that the illusion was far from finished with her. The ethereal mist coiled like a living shadow before Eloise’s eyes, twisting and thinning until it dissolved into the air with a silent, unnatural grace. One moment it was there a translucent female silhouette, writhing in silent agony and the next, nothing. Only the faint, acrid scent of ozone lingered, as if lightning had struck and vanished in the same breath. She blinked rapidly, her lashes fluttering against the sting of unshed tears, willing the apparition to return so she could convince herself it had been real. But the room

She absorbed the electricity in her palm, and teleported, just behind him, hoping to end the fight in one hit. FaLl Azea felt her body go numb and heavy as she fell to the ground. She got the air knocked out of her as she hits the ground, and it only felt heavier as she tried to stand. She struggled on her knees and looked up with all the strength she had. He was still there, watching her. “What do you think you’re doing?”, he asked , his voice cold as ice. It’s an illusion, she told herself and focused hard enough to break his hold over her. She gasped and stood up. The Original clapped happily. “ You broke out of it!” He raised his hands and a spark appeared in it. Wind rushed around it,

Desperation gripped her as she dialed his number, only to be met with the deafening void of unanswered calls. Seated before a mirror, Ellaya gazed at her reflection. The woman staring back had eyes like amethyst orbs, wide and hauntingly deep. Cascading waves of dark hair with a mystical purple sheen framed a face that defied convention. Her complexion, a delicate shade of baby pink, hinted at otherworldly origins.

There wasn't enough air in all of London to satisfy me right now. "You were saying 'No video' over and over. What does that mean, Ethan?" The sheet had fallen down to her waist, baring her lovely naked breasts in the glow of the moon peeking through the skylights. I saw a wariness in her eyes as she tugged her hand out of my grip, and I hated it. I let her go.

“And something else. There’s a new structure forming. It’s not Helix. It’s not the mirror. It’s... a fabric.” Eleni frowned. “What kind of fabric?” “Threaded,” Jessica said. “Deliberately incomplete. It only holds together when people participate. If they stop, the nodes fall silent again.” Lena whispered, “It’s teaching us fragility.” They left Zurich again the next day.

The image of Elora on the massive digital billboard was a vision of clinical, high-resolution perfection. She didn't look like the "Thistle-Scented" girl who had found her voice in the North. She looked like a "Product"—her skin airbrushed to a porcelain sheen, her eyes a solid, glowing mercury-silver that held no memory of Kaelen. The caption beneath her read: ELORA THORNE: THE FUTURE OF BIOLOGICAL STABILITY.

Poison said before putting his hand down. Before Violet could ask anything, he said, “That's a deceit spell to mask your eye colour and make you look more like the Saintess. But be careful, it has a loophole. Once you look into your reflection more than three times, the spell will fade and you'll be found out.” “So.. you have to make sure you won't be found out. Not until, we complete the mission.” Phillip added. Violet ignored them and entered the carriage while clenching her fists with only a single thought passing through her brain.