Novel & Cerita Illusion A Novel

Tisha chuckled. 'Sounds like a plan,' she said, smiling at me. As we settled into their cozy living room, Tyler snuggled between us, I knew this was where I belonged. Amahle POV I felt dizzy and lighhead, my vision blurring at the edges. My palms growing sweaty, my heart raced, pounding in my chest like a drum. I tried to focus on Sister Ncube's lesson but her voice seemed to be fading, her words were a jumbled mess. The room began to spin, colours blending together. The next thing I knew was my world spinning out of

Unless he doesn’t want to. I stand, stretch stiff legs, and walk to the window. The rain has slowed to a mist, blurring the city lights until they look like drops of molten gold. Cars crawl below, headlights cutting through fog. The world keeps moving while I’m stuck here, pacing an eight-by-ten room that smells like bleach and lilies. My reflection in the glass looks older somehow, dark circles beneath my eyes, hair falling in loose waves. I don’t remember leaving that way. “You look like hell,” I whisper to the glass.

Then another. My hand reaches for her face, and she leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed. Her skin is warm beneath my palm. Soft. Familiar. But it's not the right warmth. It's not the right softness. And when I close my eyes, I don't see her face. I see grey eyes. Bruised throat. A laugh that sounds like breaking glass. You could have had everything, I told Lia. But I was wrong. I could have had nothing. Because everything I am, everything I've become, is a cage I built around myself, and I threw away the key years ago.

She mumbled stories from the past that no one had ever heard, as if she were living in the aquarium's history. "Fah! Are you... okay?" Ploy asked in a terrified voice. She shook Fah gently, but Fah looked at her with vacant and confused eyes. It looked at Fah with eyes that seemed to know something. "It didn't kill her... but it trapped her in an endless illusion, and she can no longer distinguish between reality and hallucinations." The familiar announcement blared again after another person had violated a rule. "One... consumed. Two... taken. Three... warped. Four... erased. Five... divided. Six... haunted. Seven... imprisoned in the past. Eight... hunted. Nine... imprisoned in truth. Ten.

I got in silently, but a storm raged in my mind. As I started the car and pulled out of the Anderson mansion, the snake around my heart refused to let go. Every moment I had ever lived was a lie. The good things I had held on to? Foolish. I hadn’t fooled them. They had always had everything they needed to break me. And now, I was nothing. Killian drove in silence. His hand reached for me. “Don’t touch me,” I warned. I shook my head. All I could see was the smug, cold smile of the Andersons.

As he crawled out of the bushes, keeping his distance fearfully, he sniffled softly, "Please, Rachel. I really understand that I've made a mistake now, and that I know there's no making things right after what I've done. "I'm relieved to see that you're fine… You won't ever see me again, don't worry." I ignored him, while he slowly wobbled past me, ultimately breaking into tears. Just as I was going to hail a cab to leave the graveyard, an ambulance bounded past me. As several pedestrians were standing by the junction and clamoring, I went for a closer look out of curiosity. "I heard that a man dumped his wife, and when she found him again along with their child, he pushed them under a car a

Finding an opening to reveal her cover story a bit, Evangeline replied, “Lucky you. I’ve been told several times that getting an art degree was useless but I never listened. Now here I am, taking odd jobs and traveling to Alaska.” This was who she was at the moment. A broke artist flying hundreds of miles to work. “What are you doing in Alaska?” Great, he took it at face value. “I’ve been hired to look over a rental house and make sure it doesn’t burn to the ground. What about you? On vacation?” August looked up at the plane ceiling. “You could say that. Los Angeles is…” In her mind, Evangeline made a wish, “Please make him an asshole. Make him say that he wanted to get a good time with the

My entire body trembled from within, and as he saw me so rigidly with my lips slightly parted. "Hey, what's wrong? Did I say anything wrong?" He held me as I was gradually slipping to the ground. Nothing I could answer. Nothing anyone I could say. He pulled me up, back to my feet. He didn't make me stand. He just grabbed my arm and put it across his shoulders, and wrapped his arms around my body. He did not let go. I have no idea what was going through my mind. I couldn't form words to answer his question. My eyes were wide open and streaming with tears and he took in every single emotion I had. Illusions are what you create when you have something that cannot be seen with the physical eye b

The Darkness said, revealing it was just another mind game. I shivered as I sat against the cool wall and resumed my humming, knowing the illusion that had taken place would haunt my dreams as the rest had before as no where was safe. ____________________ This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel.

Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental. This book may not reproduced in any material form or transmitted to any persons without the permission of the author. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It contains the otherworldly imaginations of the author about zombie apocalypse, magical illusions and over-exaggerated scenes that may not suitable to your taste. The plots of indirect discrimination may trigger your annoyance but it is just purely for entertainment purpose. Novelcat : https://www.novel-cat.com/bookDetail/13580755020