Love Is An Illusion Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

In that sorrowful moment, he knew that his loss would be eternal. Forever. ****** The book ends here officially. The second book is up. You can check it on my profile. LUST: FAINTEST SHADE OF LOVE. It was a mind-blowing journey for me and all of us. Hope to see you guys on first page of second book. I love you all.

She timidly reached to touch him, but quickly pulled back before she could do it. Nick extended his hand toward her. “Don’t be frightened, my love. I would never hurt you.” Alison stared at Nick’s extended hand while she debated what to do. Her body trembled and her hand shook uncontrollably as she reached once more through the icy air to touch him. He took her hand in his. At first, she felt nothing. Then, slowly, she could feel the substance of him. It wasn’t the same as if he was in his mundane body, but it was there. Surprised, she gasped and pulled away. Circling him again, she poked at him with her finger, but her hand moved right through him.

Dizziness washed through me so quickly it almost never happened, but it was so strong I couldn't ignore it. "Just for show," Lucas whispered in my ear. Then he grabbed my hand as Jack pulled the door open. And just like that, I was finally out of the wretched hell. Only to face a fiercer and hotter one.

He reminded me, like he suggested, of all the things I forgot about myself since Lance dumped me. For Jian, lust means imprint, not love, I remind myself. But he’s wrong. Maybe that's how I can pay him back. I can show him that lust is lust and when he does imprint, he'll know I'm right. He'll know that imprinting is love at first sight, a binding love, and there is no choice in it. I know I am right, but doing this means I must gamble that my definition is the right one.

Ellaya caught herself against the dressing table, her hands trembling on the cold wood. “He hasn’t seen your face. I’m sure of it.” Her mother’s smile twisted into cruelty. “If he had, he’d be gone by now.” Ellaya’s breath caught. Her reflection blurred with tears—distorted, unreal. “He’s using you, Ellaya. They all do. Love is a shimmering illusion. A trap.” But Ellaya’s grip on the table tightened. Her voice came out low but firm. “He loves me for who I am. Not my wealth. Not my family.”

Sally's foot was still bandaged as she asked from the living room, "Sean? What are you talking about?" Hearing her, Sean strode out and held up the receipt right in front of her. Sally sighed after seeing it. "Oh, calm down—it's fake. Rachel must be upset about what happened today, so she faked that report to make you worry." Then, her voice turned tearful as she continued, "I'm sorry, Sean… I was secretly in love with you even after I went abroad, but I couldn't confess to you because I know you have someone else.

Then, he grips my jaw. His touch is freezing. "You want to feel my power?" The shadows crawl up my legs and over my chest, tightening like a vice. They aren't just outside of me anymore. I feel a cold, oily sensation creeping into my lungs, wrapping around my heart. My vision begins to fray at the edges, turning into a grainy, flickering grey. "Love is a disruption of the natural order," he says, his voice echoing as if from a long tunnel. "It creates a center of gravity that isn't me. I cannot have my world tilting on its axis because of a girl who makes the world stop."

"Besides, that was just an internal presentation, not the actual competition." A fire burned in my chest, and my blood boiled in my veins. I snapped, "What do you take me for?" My sharp tone startled him, and a flicker of unease crossed his face. "Come on. Yvette is just a girl fresh out of the irony tower. I'm doing this to help her grow." I turned around and left, unwilling to hear his excuses. He called after me, but I didn't turn back. ... The next morning, I avoided leaving at the same time as Elliot.

Theodore laughed nervously. "So, what is the main reason for you bringing me here then?" Joseph asked. "You see, these yellow dandelions represent hope, love, and happiness. And since this is our third data, it's finally time for you to decide about me and about us," Theodore sounded nervous, "And I wanted you to ell your decision with your whole heart. Just like these yellow dandelions mean hope, love, and happiness, in the same way, I've brought you here with the hope of our love blooming and us leading into a path full of happiness. Though sometimes our path might be filled with thorns, with all my might, I will destroy them. I just want a sign of yes from you, angel, and I'll show you ho

I said. "Are we?" "Yes. Because we told the truth today. Even when it hurt." He squeezed my hand. "I love you," he said. "I love you too." Outside, the rain kept falling. Inside, the lawsuit kept building. And somewhere in Cole Tower, Someone was watching. END OF CHAPTER 43