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.

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 answers it.” He straightened, “People confuse pleasure with attachment,” he continued. “They mistake access for affection. Duvesa is guilty of both.” Emilio crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. “So what is she to you, then?” Lucien’s mouth curved—not into a smile, but into something thinner. “She is convenience,” he said. “She is appetite. She is a place where desire goes when it needs release and nothing more.” Emilio let out a low breath. “You really hear yourself when you talk like that?”

Immobile. “Sounds like you couldn’t find an easy female, so you had to buy one,” she giggled. Gods, her laughter was sweet music to my ears. “That’s kind of pathetic. Don’t you think?” She reached up on her tip-e-toes and bit my bottom lip. She tugged. One of her fangs sliced through my lips. The pain was brief and heavenly. “Woman,” I growled at her. “Ansley the Devourer of Souls.” Her lips curled into a devious smile, and utter wickedness washed over her delicate features.

The smell of something sweet lingered in the air, the strange scent made my insides warm. “What’s that smell? It’s like bubble gum, or some kind of candy.” I asked Adley as she looped her arms through mine and Ally’s, hauling us down the crowded sidewalk. “It’s delirium mist.” Ally explained with a smirk on her red-painted lips. “In large doses it can cause severe hallucinations and death. In small ones it loosens you up, makes you happier.” “It helps them bring in money from the newbies.” Adley snorted, rolling her eyes at Ally. She gave me a reassuring grin and held the Obsidian pass between her fingers. “Thanks to this baby, it’ll be free drinks all night.”

I liked having emotional furniture. “Because I have taste,” I said, “not delusion.” Rafael said nothing. The wind moved a loose strand of hair that had slipped free from my bun. I hoped it didn’t look cinematic. I did not have the energy to be aesthetic in front of this man. “Taste and delusion often come from the same bank account,” he said. “No. Delusion buys an ice sculpture shaped like the couple’s initials. Taste tells them to divorce before the deposit is nonrefundable.”

“Yes. Altruistic. There’s nothing for Kas in return. Your well-being is the only l’ importance.” “L’ importance?” Musu looks concerned. “That is the same as consequence?” “Oh, no no. What is a good word for consequence, Musu Goba?” Delilah’s eyes grow wide. “Maybe outcome is a better word, oui?” Musu tries to spin things back to positive. “Yes, outcome is a much better word,” Delilah brightens up. “You are in very capable hands, Lenora. Kas sharpened her skills with some of the best light witches in the world.”