Diluc Delusion Novels & Stories

I am sure that all biological sciences would agree with me that it is completely impossible, yet a part deep inside me feels like he’s telling me the truth but I am a person of logic, not instinct. Logic says that I am delusional yet Hull brought up a good point. Those suffering from such mental conditions don’t realize what they are going through to be abnormal. So that I doubt my senses and sanity is proof that I am sane…right? I sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose. I can’t believe what a mess my life has become. How am I going to function if I can’t even determine what’s real or not?

Lucien was right when he said that I had been completely blind in the past. I almost puked blood when I thought of how stupid I had been, to even fall for a man like that. “Why are they continuing to spin lies? Don’t they know that the more they lie, the more flaws they leave behind?” I asked, not understanding the logic behind what Lenox was doing. Didn’t he know that if he tells a different story tomorrow from what he is saying today, then he will be on the receiving end? “Sis, continue to watch!” Zelma said. I was angry that I had paused the video. I was thinking of just logging out but since Zelma said that, then there must be more to it.

he screams, shaking her small frame so hard his spit hits her face. Miserable cur. Although my vision is spinning and my balance is completely ruined by the poison gumming up my brain, everything inside my soul suddenly becomes crystal clear. My entire life trail has been leading me to this exact alleyway. I push my massive body up from the dirt, my muscles screaming as I override the drug. "Take your paws off my Luna." "Fuck you, loser," he sneers, brimming with the false confidence of a weak male who thinks he has the upper hand. Delusion is a powerful thing in a rogue. "Get lost before I cave your skull into the stone."

The man had to be out of his mind if he thought that we could be going on a vacation now, but somehow, with everything going on, he might be. “Oh really? And where do you want us to go when we know that there are two psychotic idiots who are waiting to kill us?” You know, we might as well give them a silent invitation or call to follow and kill us. Believe me, they would be very grateful considering that you would be making the job easier for them” I said, making Dante laugh. His eyes studied my expression for a second before he sighed, and I knew that it was due to his pain that he was speaking the way he was. Normally, he knew what he was doing, he had his plans set, and he knew who he was

It was the gentlest he’d ever been with her. “We need to be smarter,” Lila whispered eventually. “Your father and my mother… the image they want. If Serena talks—” “She won’t talk immediately,” Ronan said. “She’ll try to use it first. Blackmail me back into being with her or something. But I’m done pretending. You’re what I want.” Lila traced a finger over the red marks her nails had left on his back. “This is crazy. We barely know each other and we’re already… this.”

I remember screaming his name, my voice raw. I begged Lucius—my mate—to just look at me. To see the truth in my eyes. He refused. His gaze slid past me, as if I were already a ghost. He held up a memory crystal. Its cold light painted my “treachery” across the chamber walls for all to see. “How could you?” he’d whispered, his voice dripping with a disgust that did more damage than any blade. It didn’t just shatter my heart; it pulverized it into dust.

These things he hadn't told the Master of Health before, but since Elijah was like a family member to him, he said about his feelings to him. Elijah stiffened, staring at him intensely. "I really do not understand what is going on with me," Olgarias spoke again, looking at him expectantly to say something. "I assume I am going crazy." Elijah stood up from the bed and began to pace back and forth in the room. If what Olgarias just said was true, it was a huge matter of worry to him. Because he also could guess what was happening to him. He roamed his eyes through a table beside the bed, it was full of empty plates.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to send your precious mate and child to keep you company.” “I’m not dead yet.” Aluxious flicked his gaze to the hybrid, his fur melting into his human skin. His lips curved into a smile. “Also, when I met death the last time, he said I’m not his type. He’s more into people like you. Fucking disgrace to the world.”

The other part of me wishes I’d never called him. Worryingly it seems the Anna Josephine delusion might be fucking contagious.