Love Delusion Novels & Stories

He laughed at this. Her forehead had creases as she tried understanding what was funny in this. "I like doing things which are not good for me" "Why? Don't you love yourself?" He sobered listening to her words. Mischief vanished in thin air as reality settled in. "You learn not to when no one loves you back. Love is just an illusion...a bloody mirage which looks real from distance. But when you go closer you realise it was just your fuck** up mind and nothing else"

Delight quipped, waving her hand dismissively as if brushing away dirt. “Thanks for the commentary, but I prefer honesty,” I said, swallowing my rage as those words poured out. “And what you have isn’t love; it’s a placeholder. You want consolation over connection.” For a moment, Delight’s mask slipped ever-so-slightly, her eyes narrowing. “And what do you know, darling? Your aimless wandering is hardly an example of love.” From the corner of my eye, I watched as both Aries and Adrien exchanged tense looks, their uncertainty a silent witness to our verbal battle.

Whereas the part in which I expressed my love for him till our journey which took place within the four walls was connected to my life when I got married to Andrew at the age of 20 for dating him for almost more than 4 years and then one night we had a huge fight after which he left the house and didn't come back for more than a week because of which I also complained in the police station regards to him being missing But after one week he himself came back after realizing his mistake and while him being away from me, I started reading the book which was romantic thriller titled " Love was when I loved you”, and this part of my real life was kept in my new memory which was injected in my min

Guess the love I thought we had was just an illusion of a delusional woman. A delusional woman that is about to put the phone down in his ear, “Lucas, please, do not hurt me even more than you already have. But can I tell you one fucked up thing? I still love you. 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 she could get a man that was never hers from the start.

Gallian desperately speaks, clenching his fist tightly. " Because in my world, I am happy with him. The world where I can create everything. Where I can see him loving me, where I am his only one and he is my only one. I can understand the Pain of one-sided love. But I didn't love him to get him. I love him to love myself. My heart doesn't shake for once when I look at you. But when I look at him, his eyes, his face, his everything, I know If I really and truly want to love someone, I will fail. I can't love someone like I do love Marquis. And I agree, I am Delusional"

That was why she had become the unforgettable first love in his heart. But the truth was, she had abandoned him because she thought he was too poor. She had gone overseas to chase after rich men—only to spiral further into a life of indulgence, picking up a gambling addiction and racking up millions in debt. The guilt was obvious on her face. 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!"

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed

“You bring out the beast in me. And fuck, I love it. You make me go from zero to psycho and I can’t control it. I’m obsessed with you. I've never felt anything like this. Ever since that day we met at the auction and then our little date at the rooftop... I tried so hard to get you out of my head. I stayed away. But you're ingrained in my mind like a disease and I can't shake you off. So when you called me up after so long, asking for another date with me, I knew you were mine. You were meant to be mine. You know what they say. If you love something, you have to set it free. And if it comes back to you, it's yours. Forever.” I freeze. I feel bile rise to my throat. His delusion is suffocatin

I jerk my face out of his hand, disgust rippling through me at his touch. “You’re delusional. Whatever we had, whatever you think we shared—it’s dead, Caden. I don’t love you. I loathe you. And the only reason I ever tolerated you was because I thought there was still some hope for you. But I have stopped living in my fantasies long ago. I don’t lie to myself, just because it sounds pretty. I’m way over you, Caden. You just don’t seem to get that in your thick head.” Which, actually, makes me kind of sad. For him. What kind of sick mentality must someone have to deal with delusions like these? It can’t be easy. Can it?

I hung up again. Me: I’m in a taxi!! Don’t want everyone to hear my business. Bestie: Why Clandor?? Huh? Was that a typo? Did she mean ‘what Clandor’? As I stared in confusion a follow-up message popped in. Bestie: Kylie, that guy is a hoe.