Novel & Cerita Love Delusion

Maybe it is called humanity, I thought. " ohhh...don't lie to yourself. If it is humanity, you could have felt sad but there would be no tears in your eyes. If it is humanity you would never feel his pain as it is your wound. Why don't you agree that you still love him? " my stupid heart mocked at me.

He leaned in, his voice lowered to a dangerous whisper. "Darlyn, my dear, love is often built upon the fragile foundation of deception. Sometimes, sacrifices must be made for the greater good. Do you not see? This is the path that will lead you to the love and happiness you so desperately seek. Trust me." The room grew heavy with the weight of their pact, the seeds of deceit sown deep within their souls. Darlyn, vulnerable and captivated by Donovan's manipulation, felt herself teetering on the precipice of a choice that could alter the course of their lives forever.

" I packed up my things and shook my head lightly. Hearing Sean's name did not stir a single emotion in me. All that remained was a deep, gut-churning disgust. I had loved him once—truly, deeply loved him. Nonetheless, once I realized he was nothing more than a monster, that love had started to die, slowly at first, then all at once. Now? Now, he meant nothing to me. Just thinking that I had once shared a bed with him made my skin crawl. Declan sighed at my indifference. "Alright, your choice. If you want to see him, see him. But Talia, that man is dangerous. He's manipulative and ruthless. I hope you're really thinking about your future.

the ravenette leaned biting Justin's bottom lip, tugging it in between his teeth that has Justin closing his eyes in ecstasy. "You can't just look at me as if you're doing to kiss me, to have me hovering on top of you, and do nasty things to you while expecting not to be affected." "It's all your fault, Justin. Now, you can run away, but expect me to come after you." Ray muttered, his voice sexy and dangerous. Justin has become delirious. He doesn't know what to say nor do. He was so lost in both lust and passion that he didn't move away when Ray finally claimed his lips.

“It’s just that there is such thin line between love and hate.” “Nope, not this one. No love, no line. Just pure hatred.” “Are you sure? What if what you call ‘hate’ is just a deep liking for Dominic buried in your subconscious?” Imogen asked, a teasing smile on her face. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her. “No, Imogen, just….no.” “Fine. I won’t say I told you so when it happens.” “Nothing is going to happen, Imogen. Seriously, what have you been watching?”

George continued, his voice growing steadier with each word. "...but I didn't know it was two-sided." "I thought I was alone in this." A tear escaped down his cheek. "I spent weeks trying to convince myself that what happened wasn't real..." "...because if it was..." "...then I'd have to admit how I felt." He smiled weakly through his emotions. "And I think I love you, Lee..." He paused, his voice barely above a whisper. "...I think I always have." For several seconds... Neither of them moved.

oadi for giving her a good love portion. At night she prepared their bed and dressed it with fresh linen. She wore a new night dress that revealed her figured body. She felt like it was the first day they met. They made love like it was their first time. A feeling of satisfaction made them both panted deeply while they were cuddling in each other's arms. They chatted the whole night reminding of each other the good old days. They laughed and made more love. The next morning she woke up very early and cleaned herself up then prepared a nice breakfast for her husband. After that she took one of the powders Ntate Mogoadi gave her and sprinkled it in the yard. She swept the yard singing happily

He cursed himself. "He said 'bear it, from now on this pain is your companion' and look I have spent almost three years and I don’t know how many more are left because right now he is under this delusion that he loves me but it will soon break when his needs will overpower his love” He shook his head giving her pleading eyes to stop but she gave him a bitter smile between tears "I hope that this time too you find solace in my screams,"

I sighed when he said that. "When he said he still loves me, I just think that three words are not special anymore." "As a doctor, I will tell what love is. Love is a kind of dementia with very precise and oft-repeated clinical symptoms. You blush in each other's presence, you both hover in places where you expect the other to past, you are both a little tongue-tied, you both laugh inexplicably and too long, you become quite nauseatingly girlish, and he becomes quite a ridiculous gallant. You have also grown a little stupid. For a woman to obtain success, she is obliged either to weep, to nag or to sulk." I stay silent and let him continue.

Then he turned back to Delilah. “Love is a stupid thing,” he said quietly. “A foolish emotion. A weakness that makes strong men kneel. A lie people tell themselves so they can sleep at night. A chain disguised as a gift. A slow poison that rots everything it touches. And I refuse to drink it.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Delilah’s forehead. The gesture was gentle. Almost loving. It made my stomach turn. Delilah’s eyes fluttered closed for a second, like she was savoring it.