Love Delusion Novels & Stories

I girl I wished to be. I paid in cash. I didn't want my transfers to be tracked. By the time I got to the room, the shock started wearing off. And that’s when the anger crawled in. Not at Alexei. Not even at Irina. At Vladimir. Because love—if that’s what this was—wasn’t supposed to feel like control. Or silence. Or protection that looked too much like possession. He lied to me, and it was worse than anything Alexie could have done.

Though the love from Rayn started as Lust and greed but with time he showed he can be better person and his love for his wife Aurora is about lust anymore he fall for her without his knowledge. Here the end of the story -HIS LUSTFUL LOVE ..........THE END...........

He brushed it off as his mother being overprotective, but as time passed and the cold shoulder from his wife became pure distain mixed with hatred, he realized that his mother was indeed correct. Looking back, he realized that she indeed had put up a sweet act in order to obtain what she desired at the time; a handsome piece of man candy to impress mommy and daddy. He felt used by her, he is a uniquely handsome man, over six feet tall, black silky locks, with a sixpack where a crescent moon birthmark sat on the upper half of his left pectoral. His skin had a glass like quality to it and reflected darker objects. He often received stares from other woman when he went out to cater to yet more

I replied to her. However, it was clear that Delia didn't fully grasp the meaning behind my words. So, I proceeded to explain further, "The love potion you desire is a type of bewitching elixir that disrupts one's thoughts. To create it, you must sacrifice something you hold dear. This item carries the essence of your emotions, which will then be transferred to the person who consumes the potion, making them fall in love with you."

Guess the love I thought we had was just an illusion of a delusional man. A delusional man that is about to put the phone down in her ear, "Jenna, please, do not hurt me even more than you already have. But can I tell you one fucked up thing? I still love your ass. And I can tell you this, even if it takes me forever, I will get over you." With that, the phone finds its way smack bang right into the trash. I am just a nobody that thought he could get a woman that was never his from the start.

Clearing my throat, I asked, “ Did it ever occur to you that she doesn't want you anymore?” He looks baffled at my question, like it's impossible that she would change her mind, weaving me off, “ Impossible! She loves me too much not to want me anymore.” Ah, I see the delusions, grabbing a toast from the table. I say, “ Delusions will be the death of you,” and I walk out of the house, leaving them confused and angrier than I found them.

he was not delusional enough to expect loyalty and love from her when he had given her nothing but pain. He had no right to feel hurt when their relationship was never one of love and trust rather it was founded on dominance and submissiveness but she shouldn’t have betrayed him. It dragged out that freaking reality he kept refusing to accept, burying deep with layer and layer on it. Devrath had warned him long ago exactly what that girl was turning into but his ego was too huge to take those words into consideration. He thought he was untouchable but turned out, cruel reality didn’t care about his delusions.

I took a sip of coffee and had the first bite of my cake, then I heard her say, “I’m almost there with Clinton. I wish it was simple for that psychotic bitch to marry Caleb so she would be gone from our lives.” I was almost laughing at that joke, but I barely didn’t because my mouth was full of cake. She was very serious about what she said there, wasn’t she? I took a clean napkin and held it to my mouth for a time, listening quietly. I knew it was wrong for me to do. I could tell it would only make me feel worse. Louisa’s delusions always seemed to me like watching a car accident—it was impossible to tear my gaze away. Actually, she added, enjoying the focus from them, “Clinton still hasn’t

That delusion. I faced him squarely. "You don’t know what love is. All you care about is my power and my abilities. You’re selfish. Possessive. You think this control is love, but it’s obsession." He only chuckled, walking closer. "Obsession is such a crude word, Celest. This… this is fate. You and I—we’re meant to rule. The werewolves. The humans. All of them." I hated how calm he sounded. Like he believed his own twisted fantasy. Like he truly thought he was some kind of dark prince and I was his destined queen.

I was about to flip. “Be my girlfriend,” he said again with a serious tone. More phone cameras were recording us. I was about to say, ‘Do you want me to test your neuropsychiatric function?’ Because there is a condition called erotomania, where the patient believes that everyone is in love with him. Or perhaps, he has a narcissistic personality disorder. Or, it might be that he has hit himself in the head and the lesion created delusions for him. But before I could do that, he just had to say these two lines.