Deadly Illusion の小説・ストーリー

My brain was running slow, like it was wading through thick mud, and the thought that formed was almost funny. I must be hallucinating. People do that when they're dying, right? They see things. They see people, faces they want to see. Who they'll miss when they die, right? It really can't be Cassius. It makes no sense. How would he even know where I am? But the shape kept coming closer and it looked so fucking real. But it can't be. I'm sure of that. And then everything went black...

"Your power is creating illusions! So this woman doesn't even exist—she's just something you made up! You're really clever!" If Jamie were still alive, he would surely cry injustice—creating an illusion that looked exactly like someone he knew? "And that means the you I see might not be real either. Maybe behind you is a deadly trap. That's why I felt danger when I rushed toward you—because you aren't real at all. It only looked like I was charging at you, but in fact, I was walking straight into a trap!" Lucien laughed even more triumphantly. "All your tricks have been exposed!"

I asked and everyone shook their heads signaling that I was the one looking at different things. “Right, I have finally realized what's happening. Guys, we will face a series of tests and probably our worst nightmares, and we need to survive the nightmares for us to move forward to the next round. For now, just know that whatever you see or hear is just an illusion, no matter how realistic it might seem,” Tharros said. The moment he finished, a huge dark cloud formed, and we lost each other. I walked softly and came across a different version of myself fully engulfed by a lunar power and destroying everything in my path. I watched as the me then killed everyone I cared about and even the mos

She wanted to scream because of the pain, but she found that she was powerless to ask for help. "The worm that I put on you is called Drunken Death. An hour later, you will fall into an illusion, and everything you hate and fear will appear in the illusion. You will not gain your consciousness until you die in the dream. The effect is a month. If it can't be removed in a month, you will be covered with maggots all over your body and bleed to death with your five apertures opened."

She did look pretty but obviously not as pretty as me. As Phil and Olivia continued to chat, I thought to devise a plan that would get Olivia down and me to the top! I smirked while giving them a death stare for a few seconds. I love giving people death stares, its my specialty. I will squash anyone who gets in the way of my success.

Then, without another word, he walked past me and left—heading toward the boys’ quarters. I was led into a room. A dimly lit, massive room with a sign above the entrance that made my blood run cold. RIDE OR DIE. Or something equally ominous and dramatic. I barely had time to process it before my gaze landed at the end of the yard—where my mask sat. But between me and the mask… were things designed to kill me. WTF. I screamed inwardly. Traps. Weapons. Walls lined with spikes. A floor that looked ready to collapse. Fire pits. And those were just the things I could see.

My knees buckle, but I force myself to stay upright. Vincent. Mom. The details are too visceral, too real. Torn clothing soaked through with blood. Limbs bent at impossible angles. Deep gouges across their skin like something massive fed on them. My mind goes cold. The smell of blood is so real. So strong. Every detail crisp and clear in ways that make my stomach heave. "It's not real," I whisper. “It’s just another Illusion. It has to be.” But doubt creeps in, insidious and terrifying. The last illusion hurt me. The stab wounds felt real.

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

It was as if each revelation was a stab to her heart, a reminder of the man she had loved and the monstrous reality he had hidden. One evening, Lena sat alone in her apartment, scrolling through news articles about Daniel. The stories were relentless, painting a picture of a ruthless criminal mastermind. Each article seemed to strip away another piece of the illusion that Daniel had carefully constructed. The glowing profiles and carefully curated public image now seemed like a cruel joke.

she whispered again "The unfortunate. I think I know what it means, the unfortunate are those who have the power to dream. That means the music didn’t kill me because it can’t and that’s the same reason why it didn’t kill her, the music only complied her to kill herself because it only has the power to torture her.” She said as she wiped her tears