Love Delusion Novels & Stories

He wipes the stray tears with his thumbs. “River, I want you more than anything in this world. But I’m not going to make love to you for your first time against the bedroom wall. Your first time should be as special as you. A night you won’t ever forget. Our first time making love is going to be so romantic.” He says with a small smile. “Don’t ever worry that pretty, big brain of yours, thinking I don’t want you. Because I definitely do.” He says while kissing me. I sigh into him and I feel instantly relieved. I can’t believe I actually had a meltdown. “Okay” I blow out on a breath, “do you want to forget this whole meltdown of mine happened, and go have the BEST date ever or what?” I say wi

Hesitantly Devlin let go of her weak hand and with a last sorrowful glance at her face, he left the room without his heart. Behind the closed door, Devlin shut his eyes painfully, and leaned his head back against it, while his world broke into pieces. Finally one tear escaped from his eyes and rolled down his cheek. Behind the door, on the hospital's bed, one tear also escaped from Sarah's eyes, silently and achingly, while breaking and tearing her world apart. Love is a strange virus, they both learned with despair. It strikes where one doesn't expect it and vanishes before one even has the chance to understand it.

She stared at me as if I had spoken in a language she had never heard. The words she wanted to say—*I told you, you’ve always been delusional about love*—hovered on her tongue but never landed. She had been right. I had been delusional. I had watched my father beat my mother for years until the divorce papers finally ended it, and still I had convinced myself that an ideal man existed. I had dated Lucas for five careful years, studied him, tested him, believed I had read every page of him before I said yes.

"Yes, and your problem is?" "You look like a lovesick puppy." "Your ass is a lovesick puppy." "At least my ass is not in love." "I am not in love." "Oh, you so are." "You don't even know what love looks like." "I am looking at it now. You are so screwed." "I know." Then Devan comes up with the best idea for the day, or so he thinks. "Let's take a drive out there again.” "Do you know how to get lost there again?"

“No, that's not true! He can love again. He cares for me. That's something, isn't that sign of loving?” I pushed the box to the side and moved to her and crouched to the floor and pulled her chin into my hands. “I wish it made up for something but caring can’t be emphasized for love. Love is love and there’s nothing that can change it. He doesn’t love you. I wish he did but you can’t give in to the delusions in your head and disregard reality.”

He demanded, gritting his teeth. If his attitude moved her even one tiny bit, she didn't show. Instead, it looked like she was in a world of her own. “You know, for so long, I wondered why I was unable to get rid of you once and for all. You always somehow managed to ruin all of my plans, and yet…” Her eyes fluttered dreamily. “I think I finally realized it.” She took a step forward, tilting her head to the side. “This thing called love… I think it makes one delusional.” She chuckled. “And stupid.”

“How can you make a grown man fall in love with you? When you don’t believe in it?” I snort, “Lovey, dovey people are delusional. I just have to fan his delusions, fuck him and then leave him.”

They were not words of love or genuine intention; they were dictated by expectations, imposed by family, and executed with mechanical precision. As the minister’s voice faded into the background, I could feel a tumult of emotions churning within me—anger, sorrow, and a gnawing sense of betrayal. How could I possibly live a life where every moment was measured, every smile forced? I wondered if Damien even understood the cost of what we had just sealed with our words. I recalled the brief, intense moment when his lips met mine—a kiss that, for a split second, seemed to hold a promise of passion. Yet, it quickly dissolved into the clinical detachment that had come to define him. It was as if h

"If you can tell me that, I will let you in." "By running to someone who loves you." "And you think you're that person?" "Y-yes." Her icy stare made me cold. So cold that the sensation turned to burning, as if I was set ablaze. "What you're feeling is a mistake," she said without blinking. "You're better off loving someone else, someone who can return the feeling, because I don't care for you at all." My legs shook at the intensity of her indifference. I felt my lips quiver. It was the most cruel thing that someone could have possibly told me, and it came from her. I turned away and swallowed hard. "Now tell me I'm not a monster," she murmured.

"I've prepared an anniversary present for you too." I looked into his eyes, which were filled with love, and for a moment, I was puzzled by it. It never occurred to me that a person could put up such a convincing act of being in love with someone he was not. That night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to go to sleep. I accidentally knocked his watch onto the floor. That was when I noticed Yvonne's name engraved on the inner side of the strap. It was at that very moment that I lost all hope in Chris.