Love Delusion Novels & Stories

I could always manage her emotions, appease her desire to be a princess when needed, and provide her with the confidence to indulge in life without limits. Emotional and material values, I satisfied them both for her. She might not like it, but she had to admit that she would never find another Lewis Leedon who could fulfill her desires. In this lifetime, I would be the one she would never forget. She just forgot that there's no such thing as a perfect partner. We were all just playing roles, constructing illusions. She wanted a perfect lover, and I would act the part for her.

Her tone was sarcastic. “Everyone deserves a second chance.” Lemuel said, falling into the role of an errant lover seeking redemption. The woman hesitated and he saw his opening. “Everyone deserves a chance to be happy.” He added. “She’s not here. But she loves you a lot. You have to see this, so you know for yourself. Come inside.” Lemuel entered, with the agent following behind him. The apartment was simple, actually bland. It was the kind of home that you visited and quickly forgot about what it looked like.

A sharp, harsh laughter that cut through the room like a glass. "Delusional." She said. The word hit harder than anything else. "You think this is love?" Selene continued, her voice dripping with mockery. "You think what you feel is enough to hold someone like him?" Aria's vision blurred slightly with unshed tears. "You have brought him nothing but weakness." Selene went on. "Nothing but distraction." "That's not true_" "If you had never existed," Selene snapped, her voice rising again, "none of this would be happening."

The room was filled with silence, vengeance, and pain. The realization of the fresh betrayal sent a wave of nausea through them. The depth of the deception, the sheer audacity of his performance, was staggering. He hadn't just delivered the worst form of betrayal, he had lived a complete lie for years, basking in the reflected glory of the family he was strategically destroying. He was a man no one would believe could hurt a fly.

her voice softened, "you don't have any demons. What you have are feelings for a woman you shouldn't have them for''. "Do you think I don't hate myself for that?!" I rose to my feet, "Devlin, you're my friend, months ago I was stupidly in love with you but i wake up one morning and i started to long for someone else" "Devlin, I hate myself for what I did to you, for deceiving you, for desiring another woman! I always told you there was no one, that it wasn't her but it is. No matter how badly I don't want that to be my reality, it painfully is''.

But as long as his obsession with trying to take what’s mine continues to run his life, I don’t think he has the capacity to truly love anyone–not while he’s still fixated on whoever I’m with. And I certainly don’t think Colin would fall in love with Delilah. She may seem like a lovely girl, but she’s cruel and conniving, and far more clever than I think anyone ever gives her credit for. She’s every bit as terrible as he is, but that doesn’t mean they deserve each other. That just means they’d make each other worse. And after that conversation they had in Delilah’s room–the way she humiliated Colin completely–wouldn’t he be too ashamed to ever want to go near her again?

They are not prepared for what is coming next if he is not quickly given attention. Daniel calmly gathers all the information he needs from them, he smiled, lowered his head and walked out of the area slowly. The nurses stare at him in surprise and watch him leave majestically. They returned to their duty post and what happened becomes a subject matter that couldn't be ignored. The whole incident was narrated by one of the nurses to the doctor. He opened his mouth wide after listening to the whole scenario and wondered why he is so interested in what is happening to the meant-to-be lovers who fought over what is unknown and made an incredible display that shattered them both into broken piec

“Oh, Ellen, you’re so funny. This is why I love you - you keep me on my toes and make me laugh.” Is he... is he delusional? XXX

he said, almost softly. “No shit,” I hissed. “It’s ice.” I clenched my thighs together immediately, trying to suppress the arousal swimming inside of me. He leaned closer until his lips grazed my ear. “No,” he whispered, “It’s foreplay.” “I can only love in obsession, Delilah… love that claws, burns, and consumes. It’s the kind that would terrify you if you weren’t already mine. You came back to me yourself, and that sealed it. There’s no escape now—I’ll carve my name into your soul, and show you what my heart was made of… black Now get ready for my punishment..” His voice was a venomous whisper against my ear, crawling under my skin.

"Indeed! I have seen people choosing other things, like one of my clients choosing money over her husband. When asked, she told me that it gives her more happiness... But don't you think that there is love too. Not for the husband but for money!" She shook her head in disbelief. "Jesus! Marona, you are impossible... How do you manage to see love in every situation?" I laughed at her reaction. "It's just a thought, Della... I know that in the real world, there are things which will push back the love. There is darkness and cruelty. And I am completely aware of that but sometimes I love to keep myself in delusion, It feels good to think that the world is according to my feelings..." "Good, tha