Novel & Cerita Genshin Delusions

I whisper slowly. He pulls out it from his pants pocket and drops it on my open palm. Oh, here it is. The golden colored bullet is carved by my name, 'Cedron'. Suddenly, yes God, suddenly I don't feel anger boiling in my inside anymore. I feel a hole, an infinite, vast hole, emerging in my mind like wind, taking all of my sensations away, shattering them, breaking them, annihilating them. A voice strongly whispers a psalm in my head,

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“Hi, I'm Des, which is Desdemona's nickname. My mother's fault, she's a Shakespeare fanatic. “I'm Merilee. No particular meaning, they just liked the name. With some difficulty, I stopped eating the mousse. I could wait until her arrive. "Are you alone on this cruise?" “More or less, but not quite. I'm sharing a cabin with, uh, someone who I know—not a husband, not a fiancé, not even a boyfriend. A wave of sadness threatened me flood, and I fought it away with a wave of my hand. - It's a long story. And you?

Gemma said to Ava. “Well, easy for you to say when you have green eyes. I am so jealous of you right now.” Ava said as she held Gemma's face between her palms. Wait! What? What if..... Gemma immediately shook her head, refuting whatever idea she had. Obviously, it's her Delusions. I mean, they just met once in a bad circumstances. He was being extra nice as to protect his image. What is she thinking! Gemma stared at Ava with murderous eyes, Ava's delusions finally rubbed off on her.

Rosalies POV: I woke up with a splitting headache that had me feeling heavier than usual, making me come to an assumption of ōnoki the 3rd tuchikage paying me a visit during my time of obliviousness and using the: Doton kajūgan no justu, one that manipulates gravity allowing him to increase or decrease a persons weight at wish. I believe I haven’t mentioned it before, but I’m a huge fan of anime… or should I say Naruto in particular, seeing that most anime I’ve watched failed to ignite the same burning passion Naruto did. The sudden buzzing heard on my left side immediately pulls me out of my trance of thoughts, somehow lifting myself up I immediately put an end to the pathetic excuse of a s

When these Eight Gates open, I begin to cure Desert. However, at this moment, Desert didn’t get up and only focused on typing. Dessert: “Lucifer, Rican Love Ailina, are you here to make fun of me? You can’t even beat a boss. Are you idiots? I have good equipment, but you cause me to die twice. What kind of disgusting team is this? I am not playing with you anymore.” System: “Desert leaves the team.” Blue Elf: “Sorry.” System: “Blue Elf leaves the team.”

His screams of torture mingle with her own cries of rage, creating a symphony of torment that even the dead can hear. A voice, familiar yet distant, emerges in Visenya’s mind, its words imbued with wisdom and compassion. “You’re better than this, Visenya,” Delilah’s voice resonates within her consciousness. “Don’t give in to that darkness again; it will only consume you.” Delilah’s words wash over Visenya like a soothing balm, stirring emotions she thought long buried. Tears prick her eyes as she realizes she never expected to hear Delilah’s voice again.

"Darlene... maybe they’re right... maybe we’re just... the noise in the system..." "Mother! The Indigo-Gold runes! They’re being Redacted!" Leo’s voice was a frantic, celestial shout from the shattered floor. My son was struggling to keep the "System Administrator" power from being deleted by the "Doubt-Protocol." "The 109th layer is a Self-Fulfilling Prophecy! If you believe the doubt is the truth, the 'Glitch' becomes the 'Error' and we all get Archived!". I looked at the Lord of the First Doubt. I didn't see an enemy. I saw a Reflection of my own Honesty.

Taking the concoction would mean surrendering to their methods completely, relinquishing control over my consciousness. "Do I really have no other choice?" I whispered, my voice laced with a mix of resignation and desperation. Delilah's expression softened, and she stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Gabriella," Delilah said, her voice filled with empathy, "we wouldn't ask this of you if we didn't truly believe it was necessary. The concoction is a tool to help you let go of your doubts, to open yourself to the power that lies within."

Yet, there I was, entangled in my own web of delusions, trying to make him love me. "Men can only change when they want to change," my sister's warning echoed in my mind as if it were yesterday. "But I'll make him see that I'm worthy of his change," I had replied to my sister's caution. "How could I have let myself down like this?" I asked myself, snapping back to reality. The reality that I had been deceiving myself all these years, yet a glimmer of hope still lingered in my heart. I hoped that it would all go away, that it would come to an end. Yes, another round of my delusional thoughts.