El Amor Es Una Ilusión Novels & Stories

It's like I could feel his desperation and need for me, our emotions mixing into desire. "I know you feel it too," he whispered breathlessly. "It doesn't matter how I feel! Emotions are dangerous and can't be trusted." I cried. "Give me a chance. The moon goddess wouldn't have made us mates if it wasn't destiny." I had to admit I did agree with him, but I just can't. Astrid had been quiet ever since we had met Killian, but this made her stir in my mind.

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He says venomously, looking away. I can tell from the way his nostrils flare, or that tick in his jaw that he is getting angrier by the minute. “She loved… that is not a sin.” I say. “Love is an illusion for a desperate attempt to find a source of distraction. We are gods not mere mortals.” He says, and I can tell from his voice that he sure believes that. I don’t know if I should be sad for him or not. He doesn’t really look like the type that you feel sympathy for.

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

This realization was what hurt Bella more than seeing Damian choose to save Dakota instead of her. Damian's mood was growing volatile. He threw his hands around her and squeezed desperately. "Please! It's not what you think! Believe me! I love you! I just love you too much!" he cried. "I was just scared that I'm not good enough for you! I'm scared that if you ever saw a side of me that's imperfect, you'd stop loving me! "Just this thought drove me mad! I was just so scared of it!" He started to sob. Tears splashed onto her hands.

Love? She didn’t believe in it. To Imani Kane, love was nothing more than a chemical illusion, endorphins at play. Hormones pretending to be destiny. “It’s just biology,” she said softly, swirling the wine in her glass. “Like a monthly period.” Her tone was calm, almost detached, but her eyes told a different story hollow, distant, yet burning with unspoken pain. “I never understood why poets, actors, or novelists glorify it,” she went on. “As if love is the cure to all misery. But it’s not. Love doesn’t save the world

His actions louder. “I love you too, Amelia.” He says the words as if he’s afraid I’ll break. Or perhaps he’s worried he will. “I know I shouldn’t,” he adds, his voice a deep rumble against me. “I really fucking shouldn’t, because love is a bitch.” I have to smile at that, because he’s not wrong. Love is a bitch. But it’s also beautiful and strong. It’s surprising and sweet. It’s an enigma and a mystery.

As for me, I appeared like an angel who shielded him behind me. He started muttering, "You started loving from such a long time ago?" He felt so much pain that he could hardly breathe. Chris finally understood how deep and lasting my love was for him, but he had crushed it with his own hands.

To try to return to that would be to choose illusion over truth, and I could never do that again. “I loved a man who did not exist,” I said simply. “And you loved a woman who did not know the whole truth. That relationship was never real. It was beautiful in its way, but it was like a painting—lovely to look at, but not something you can live in. It cannot be brought back, and I do not want it to be.”

“I’m telling him the truth and you know it!” My mother stepped closer to the bed, her hand gripping mine protectively. She glared at Leila and looked back at me, “Don’t believe a word she says, Gavin. Not one word. That woman—” she pointed at Leila, her finger shaking “is married. Married, Gavin! She has a husband, and she’s only here to destroy you.” Leila was crying, “I can explain that Gavin. Yes I am married but we’re still in love. It sounds weird but I am not lying I promise. Please believe me”