Just An Illusion Novels & Stories

My vision blurred at the edges, but something inside me clawed against it. This wasn’t real. I gritted my teeth as I whisper a spell breaking through the illusion. The walls warped. Candace’s body blurred. With a sharp crack, the illusion shattered like glass. I staggered, sucking in a ragged breath as the real room snapped back into place. Dust. Shadows. I had rally come with Kael and Jett yet I fell into an illusion. Maybe not an illusion but Candace's subconscious. Jamel’s eyes widened as he saw me. His mouth fell open, words stuck in his throat.

"Little brother, what about me helping you with your work? Um....are you making a science project or somethin' like that? Then, I sure can help you." "And I sure you can't," replied Mahone. "How do you know that?" "I am exploring optical illusion. I am trying to make an infinite mirror and of course it's very hard," he continued to speak smugly. "At least I need a few weeks to finish it, because I haven't found all the equipments, like....I bought some plexiglass sheets named polycarbonate. They are good company's, you know. They looked clear in the shop, but when I checked them in my room, they kinda seemed opaque, the hell! I bet the shopkeeper was selling secondhand goods, just showing of

But all that greeted her was the echo of her voice making her more frustrated. Dropping to her knees, Mira found her helplessness and despair turning to tears. " Nobody is out here my child,you should stop calling out because you are in an illusion. What you are seeing is nothing real." Mira heard a voice and turned to look at the direction it came from but saw nothing. " Who are you and how comes you can see me and I can't?" Mira found herself asking. What did the person mean by she was in an illusion? Didn't that mean everything she was seeing was fabricated and not real?

"Remember, Bel. You have to." The word prickles my ear, faintly... From a distance yet it brings a new kind of feeling to me... So calm and relaxing. Closing my heavy lid, breathing in and out calmly as I enjoy the feeling of her lips on my forehead. I heard it again, faint, yet so clear... "It's an illusion. The world you're living in. It's an illusion, Isobel."

"We have come this far together. No illusion can break our bond." The figure's eyes gleamed with an eerie light as it waved a hand, conjuring a thick mist that surrounded them. The mist swirled, taking shape to form vivid scenes from their pasts. Shadows danced and whispered, taunting them with their deepest regrets and insecurities. Luna felt her heart constrict as she was confronted with an illusion of her late parents, their voices filled with disappointment in her. Tears welled in her eyes, but she fought against the illusion, reminding herself that it was not real.

She's creating illusions that aren't real. Everything is in my head. Non-existent. Imaginary. "I own you," I hear Violet's voice again. This time, I just close my eyes and take a deep breath. I’m not going to let her win again. Not even as an illusion.

She stammered, "M-Maverick, these photos, these agreements… they're fake—all fake! How could I ever do something like this? Ophelia is trying to frame me!" Right on cue, tears streamed down her face, making her look utterly pitiful. I calmly reached into my bag and pulled out a USB drive. "Emma, you recorded videos to pay off your gambling debts. Do you need me to help you relive those memories?" Her expression twisted from pitiful to vicious in an instant. She grabbed a cup of hot tea from the table and hurled it straight at me. "Ophelia, you bitch!" She moved so fast that I instinctively shut my eyes and raised my arm to block it. But the pain of hot tea scalding me never came.

Illusions were designed to cloud judgment, ensnaring the mind and making it nearly impossible to escape. If he was not careful, he could end up losing his life without even realizing it.

It was a very strange state; Jasmine was sure that her body had improved. Jasmine gathered her courage and returned to the iron door. When she discovered their absence, Jasmine instinctively assumed that the two ghosts had left. Or, they had gone to other rooms! Jasmine panicked and checked each room but found nothing. An older girl grabbed Jasmine. "Jasmine, don't be afraid! It's only an illusion. There are no ghosts in this world!" Jasmine calmed down and forced herself to believe that everything was an illusion as she felt the older girl's trembling hands caused by intense pain. "There are no ghosts; it's all an illusion. Mr. Jennings will be fine; I must have been mistaken!"

Hugh was the one to answer, “We discovered that August doesn’t run around the same circles as other rich guys. He prefers the humbler side of things so that’s how we’re going to approach this.” This was what made Evangeline feel anxious about this whole operation. While risky, it was easier to pull off being related to the Spanish monarchy or being a businessman’s illegitimate child. She could simply fabricate any stories to get her out of trouble and questioning. She discovered that people would often believe the upper class right away, no matter how improbable their narratives may be. But acting as just another regular person was complicated. There were nuances to it that a person faking w