Novel & Cerita El Amor Es Una Ilusión

Ellaya caught herself against the dressing table, her hands trembling on the cold wood. “He hasn’t seen your face. I’m sure of it.” Her mother’s smile twisted into cruelty. “If he had, he’d be gone by now.” Ellaya’s breath caught. Her reflection blurred with tears—distorted, unreal. “He’s using you, Ellaya. They all do. Love is a shimmering illusion. A trap.” But Ellaya’s grip on the table tightened. Her voice came out low but firm. “He loves me for who I am. Not my wealth. Not my family.”

"Laaa... you are just too lazy for this life, I wonder how ya Muhammad would cope with you, that one doesn't know what he's just signed up for." "That one is blinded by his supposed love." Amirah sneered. "But honestly, Muhammad really loves you. Are you sure you are ready to do this knowing you don't feel as strongly as he does for you?" "What does it matter? Love is just an illusion Dee, it's a word people use to describe the feeling of lust they have towards another person." She shrugged nonchalantly.

He whispered, cupping Justine's tear stained face. He stared at him for a long time, heart aching to see someone so precious as Justine breaking down in front of his eyes. "You know what's your only fault?" He wiped his tears as he smiled at him. "Your only fault is loving someone so much...someone who doesn't deserve your love." Bob was crying as he smiled at the brunet. "But even that isn't something you should be sorry about." Bob wiped the tears on Justine's eyes. "Because loving is never wrong." He placed a kiss on Justine's forehead, cradling him close to him.

his gaze held mine. We tried to decipher what was beyond our eyes until I averted my eyes. “T-This is to make sure that our reputation is not damaged…” I added, earning a cruel smirk from Amor. “I understand. I am not interested in this useless romance, anyway. Write it or not, I will never ‘fall in love’ as people call it. I don’t have time for that. There are billions of other important things to take care of. Love will only slow me down. Who has time to waste on something like that?” Amor said.

“Did last night make you do this?” “You are not the first man to come into my life. It is true that the soul imprisoned in my body did not force me, but it did not only force me, but also gave me the answer to my question that perhaps love happens once, but love does not happen once. After breaking up, we fall in love with the person who brings us back to life.” “It's all an illusion, Anna, just like you!" “If the scent of the blood with which you painted my lips had not permeated my lips, I would have mistaken it for delusion.” Hearing her, he brought his face close to her lips when Anna stopped him.

'This is just a figment of my imagination,' I told myself. Then, breaking the silence, Aurora spoke, “Don’t you miss me, Xander?” “You're just an illusion; you're not real. Please leave,” I said firmly, my voice tinged with a mix of desperation and frustration. Aurora smiled, a knowing, almost melancholic expression on her face. “I cannot leave if you still love me. The deeper your love, the more real this illusion becomes. Can you stop loving me, Xander?” Her words echoed in the room, a haunting reminder of the emotional turmoil that had led me to this point. The line between reality and illusion blurred, leaving me in a state of profound confusion and heartache.

She didn’t know how to stop loving him when the very core of her existence was intertwined with him. Artemio’s words lingered in the quiet room, a painful reflection of his own past that Isla couldn’t ignore. “I see myself in you, daughter. I was just like that before—with Dina, your mother,” he said, the bitterness in his voice evident as he spoke of a love that never fully blossomed into what he had hoped for. Isla could hear the weight of regret and sorrow in his tone, a man who had loved deeply, only to be torn away from the one person he thought he would spend his life with. “But not everyone who truly loves each other can end up together. Not everyone who loves deeply will receive the

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.

Stella said calming herself by denying everything that crossed her mind. There is nothing fair in life or love. We can fall in love with anyone and we cannot stop it. There is no label in love because love is blind, if only we could choose the people we love we might not be broken hearted, but the beauty of love and its meaning will be lost. There is nothing wrong in love, we only live in the stigma of people who like to judge everything and determine something good and bad. Though there is no white that is not black and there is no black without white.

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed