El Amor Es Una Ilusión 소설 & 이야기

) I deadpanned. “¿Pensé que te había dicho que no romance?” (I thought I told you no romance?) My father mocked, watching as Emiliana closed the bedroom door behind her. “No me des lecciones.” (Don’t lecture me.) I rubbed my face with my hand, settling myself back on the bed. “No puedes luchar contra el amor.” (You can’t fight love.) He chuckled at me, taking a seat beside me. “Amor? No.” (Love? No.) I shook my head. “El amor es fácil. El amor no supone ningún esfuerzo.” (Love is easy. Love is effortless.)

I wished to study well and become a scientist but I got trapped in the illusion of love and lost everything I had, my present, and my future too. Love like a well of fire, Burns you to the core, Once blinded by love, Reality you seek, no more. While you are lost, In sweet passion, Success walks out, Without compassion. Yet it holds to man, Greatest attraction. Thousands sacrificed Without hesitation.

He tried to cough it out, but the burning sensation remained. Chortling, the Mistress sighed, looking up at the star. “Do you think love truly exist?” Luis stared at her for a moment. He felt it’s rather unnatural to be asked such a deep question by no more than a child, but he found himself clearing his throat and saying, “Love is a foolish excuse to justify everything. It’s stupid to even perceive it as something that would trigger change; yet, it was what we’re programmed for. It’s why we exist.”

"That doesn't matter anymore. What matters is what you have done to me….You have hurt more, than anything else." "He calls me pathetic, useless and everything but it never hurt the way I felt because of you. It made me believe that he was right. I'm useless. I'm pathetic that my own husband is bored of me…" She cried in front of him pouring her heart to him which she was trying to hold onto for a long time. Hope gives you pain, love doesn't; love is a beautiful feeling. The worst part about love is that, more than half of it is our imagination. When the person doesn't turn out to be they way we imagined, the relation starts deteriorating.

“See how we’re all working so well together? I don’t know why you would want to get out of this.” The woman rolled her eyes at the false sweetness in the man’s tone. “Damien, I’ve already told you before I even joined this group. I’m not doing this permanently. So take whatever plans you have in that scheming head of yours and shove it up your ass,” she sharply replied. The man groaned, pleasured by her boldness, “There’s the Eve that I love! I always wonder why you just don’t say yes to being my woman. We’re like a match made in heaven, or hell if you prefer.”

Cruz smirked, gesturing towards Raya. "Don't start," I warned him, my tone firm. He simply shrugged his shoulders, undeterred. "Like mamá always said, el amor es un regalo divino. No te desesperes, la Diosa tiene el indicado para ti," Cruz quoted, his voice filled with wisdom. "Love is a divine gift. Don't despair, the Goddess has the right one for you." "I can't freaking tell if she is my mate or not. This is beyond frustrating, and it's really driving me mad," I confessed, my frustration seeping into my words.

“Do you love him?” I inhaled sharply. Did I love Damien? No. Not even close. I despised him, his arrogance, his control. But that wasn’t the question. The real question was, did my feelings even matter anymore? “I don’t have a choice,” I whispered. Ethan cursed under his breath. “Aurora… please, just tell me you don’t want this. If you say it, I’ll do something. I’ll fight for you. I’ll—” “Stop.” My voice cracked. “You think this is some fairytale where love wins in the end? It doesn’t. It never has. I can’t afford to dream like that anymore.”

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

“It’s the truth.” “The truth?” he barked, taking a step closer. “You think you love him because he spent a few weeks spoiling you? Because he looked at you like you’re the center of his universe?” His voice was venomous, bitter. “Can’t you see that’s not real? Stop being delusional, Liora. No one can truly love you. He would never fully accept you.” A tear escaped. “I know… I know, Elliot. But that doesn’t mean I can give myself to you again.”

“Because I felt guilty. I couldn’t bear the smiles and happiness when I knew deep down what I was doing was wrong.” “No.. you can stop lying to me, and importantly to yourself. You ran away because you have fallen in love with him and uncharted waters like that scare you, so you can away.” “Love is an illusion.” “Is what you keep saying, but I see it, we see it, I don’t know if your man sees it.” I shake my head vigorously. “Love doesn’t exist. And I know when to draw the line between reality and what’s in my head.