Delusive Meaning Novels & Stories

That girl's face fell, but then she spoke with a fake smile. "Ok. I'm just hoping that we can meet in the near future. " She flutters her eyebrows seductively. I don’t like girls who wish beyond their position. I wish I could slap her, but she has a pretty face. I didn't want to ruin her future chance to seduce another wealthy man. Besides, she is human and I... "Alpha, we have to leave. It’s already late. " "Ya, I know. Get the car ready. "

“I’m here just because of Samuel. I don’t care about any of your sick desires.” She strengthened her voice, even though every inch of her body started to shake. She realized that Dervel was serious about what he had just said. It was a game he wanted to play with her. “Imagine a prey which comes back to its predator. Every single return results in its partial death. Either it’s an actual murder or the slaughter of an integral part of someone’s entity.” Dervel was more than happy to explain everything in detail. “To put it another way - you're gonna feed me with yourself, with every dimension of you, until I let you go, with some life in you or not. Is that clear?”

Lucian said, impatiently. Vanessa smiled, folding her hands behind her. “That’s why it’s called an "Aurum Delirium" , it has no description but it is neither beautiful nor ugly, it does not shine nor is it dull. It is not a flower nor is it a plant. Aurum Delirium is just Aurum Delirium. It is said to be able to take many forms, and that it is always changing”. She paused before continuing. “But it is also said to be extremely powerful, and that it can be both a great ally or a terrible foe. Once you see it, you will know but it can be very deceiving and….”. She paused again, looking at him worriedly.

CHAPTER 47 Kalopsia Kalopsia - the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are Origin: Greek 47 SAVANNAH'S POV I was sitting down inside a coffee shop, rewriting my 500-word essay for this Friday. I have been here for almost an hour now and I'm still not halfway through. My neck is already hurting and my wrist is starting to hurt as well. I take a sip from my frappe and it's already four in the afternoon.

I turned it slowly between my fingers, watching the way it fractured the sun into pieces. Delilah’s perfume still hung faintly in the air. It was too sweet, like a scent that tried too hard to cover something natural. I had seen her type many times. They were usually pretty, polished and desperate. They were kind of women who mistook ambition for devotion. The kind who believed love could be bought with beauty and bribes and yet, her words weren’t to be taken lightly.

He wanted to literally devour her. “When you came back, I had an automatic pull towards you. I've always wanted you. I didn't know why. I didn't know who you were. But I was certain that you'd be mine. We're meant for each other. That's our destiny.” The words from Michael carried raw possessiveness, a sheer force of his desire. The speed was a powerful aphrodisiac.

the lady says leaving the kitchen, she looks like a ghost, she moves like a ghost, she looks like she lost her light a long time ago. "Thank you..." I mumble after she left.

It was just as clear as the scent of tobacco on his breath. I forced him to look at me. Forced him still as I summoned out the purest energy from him, his soul. As the gray substance swirled around in the air, I could see all that he was. A pervert. A monster. A destroyer of hope and happiness. A being of minimal talent and power. He was pathetic. I sucked his soul down, letting it fill me until it was completely gone. What a shame. It didn’t give me the feeling I thought it would.

My tongue feels thick, words slurring. He grips my chin hard, fingers digging into my jaw, forces my face up. “Who sent you to my room?” “No one. Please… Marcus cheated…with my friend. On my graduation day of all days.” A dark, mocking laugh rumbles from his chest. “Poor little Muslim girl got her heart broken and decided to stumble into Valentino Delucca’s suite for comfort?” The name hits like ice water. Valentino Delucca. The most dangerous man on the East Coast, head of the Black Serpent's and my sister's fiancee.

Deloris spoke my name in a steadfast tone as she touched Nox's shoulder and moved slowly toward me. She didn't stare at the beautiful face of the woman in the picture. If I didn't know her well, I'd say she didn't see it, but that wasn't true. Deloris Witt saw everything. She knew everything. In one glance she'd summed up what had happened—how my world had crumbled in a heap of broken dreams. Her conclusions were always correct.