Illusion Novels & Stories

She let out a sigh of relief and grabbed it before hiding it under her top and moving out. She was heading to her room then suddenly Noelle came into her way, watching her suspiciously. “What are you doing in Luther's office?” she demanded with a frown. “Um…” Winnie licked her dry lips as her heart throbbed harder against her chest. "I'm suffering from sleep walking. I didn't know when I…” she massaged her temple, pretending to be embarrassed. “This is such an embarrassing thing.” “Are you okay?” Noelle asked her, squeezing her shoulder. “Are you hurt anywhere while walking?” Winnie watched Noelle examine her from head to toe. She quickly stepped back, forcing a smile. “Yes, I’m fine.”

"You created this whole world in your head. A world where you think you deserve love after all the fucked up things you've done." Lorenzo shook his head, "I-I don't understand what's happening. B-Bonnie we just had three babies. W-we're happy!" "What babies Lorenzo?" Bonnie asked. Lorenzo glanced at the cribs and they were gone. Amara, Adriano and Adamo were gone. Lorenzo gripped his head as he felt a massive headache hit him. "What's going on? I don't understand." Bonnie walked close to him, gripping his neck, "I'll tell you what's going on, you sick bastard. You're hallucinating."

I picked the phone up without even looking at the screen to see who was calling. "Please stop calling my damn phone." I said, thinking it was Micheal. "Well damn. What the hell i did to you" asked Kita sounding all hurt. "Girl, I thought you was Micheal cheating ass. He won't stop calling my phone. I can't even get no sleep" Kita paused for a minute, being all dramatic. "Well duh Guh. That's why they invented putting your phone on silent. To silence any unwanted attention." We burst out laughing. Because I never even thought about putting the phone on silent. That is why I love my girls They could bring me out of any dark mood.

The style looked chic and simple: a large ivory pearl floating freely within a diamond-dusted platinum cage. To the unknowing, it was a beautiful, understated accessory. Only a few people knew that the pearl wasn’t real but an iridescent casing around a microchip that broadcast my location via GPS to Deloris. More than that, it recorded my movements, my respiration, and even my heart rate.

Veronica says. Why am I getting deja vu right now? “Why? What happened?” “It is…definitely not my story to tell.” She stood up with her tray walking towards the trash can and Rhea followed. “See you later, Ava.” Why was I such a slow eater?! * “So as after class work, let's all think about two people that we can say we trust wholeheartedly. Next class, we’ll review it.” Mr Hobbs who was the general therapy teacher said.

Those who are familiar with it will enjoy it, but those who are unfamiliar will have an extreme headache. Daisy wants Iris to come inside the boat but Iris refuses to understand. No way, Daisy has to open her secret career: “Sea monsters will rise from the water and capture bad children to eat. Daisy thought Iris would be scared and obediently obey. But every child is really different, Iris looks at Daisy as if she is a crazy woman.

Fate. They call it destiny or kismet. A time comes in life when there's so much happiness that getting something more than what you expected felt surreal, a figment of imagination. As if just the deepest yearning dream of yours comes alive. Your ear rings with a constant numbing feeling of the words that you yearned to hear for years. The words that now repeat in your head like a mantra of lullaby. Calming and serene. Then denial and disbelief kicked in. Questions raking one after the other. It was impossible but then again nothing was impossible for God. When with all your will you try to wake up from the blissful dream but nothing happens.

Kimberly’s eyes fluttered weakly as she slowly regained consciousness, but the moment she attempted to open them fully, a harsh, blinding light forced her to shut them again almost immediately. The brightness felt overwhelming, almost painful, as though her senses were struggling to catch up with reality. What’s that? She wondered faintly, her mind still foggy and disoriented as she tried once again to open her eyes, this time more carefully. She repeated the process several times, blinking slowly and adjusting in small intervals until her vision finally began to stabilize and the brightness no longer felt unbearable. Gradually, the shapes around her started to form, and she turned her head

was the last thing I heard her say before slipping to the back of my mind. Going up the stairs to the bathroom to dress for bed, after finishing in the bathroom by candlelight I dressed in an old wore out t-shirt that fell mild thigh and a black bra and panties. Pulling my long light brown curly hair up in a high bun on top of my head making it look like a pineapple. With the moonlight shining in the window, my skin glowed like a honey color making my green eye and large tattoos look different, and out of place due to the fact that I'm five seven. Taking a looking at myself in the mirror thinking how I have changed physically and mentally, before crawling into bed saying to myself in a whisp

Please, let this be a joke. "Exactly and I'm serious." He says like he's reading my mind. "Oh, I... I'm really s-sorry. I'll bring it back when I get dressed." I stutter and overthink the words I just spoke out loud. I should let it wash first of course. When I'm nervous I sometimes talk weird stuff and stutter all the time. I hate to show it like this.