Love Is An Illusion Karakter Novels & Stories

Sophia whispers, her eyes wide with curiosity. "I have no idea," I reply, my heart pounding in my chest. The man starts walking towards us, his confident stride matching his dashing appearance. "Hello, ladies," he greets us, his voice as smooth as silk. "I couldn't help but notice your artwork. It's truly captivating." "Thank you," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm Ella, and this is Sophia." "Pleasure to meet you both," he says, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm Adrian."

I felt like I caught him off guard for a moment as I continue, "and that's not it even in my nightmare you are calling me sweetheart. " "Sweetheart, it must be a coincidence-" I cut him off. "No, I thought the same but explain to me. How could it be a coincidence when before today I never met you but you are appearing in my dreams and how could you be that same guy who kidnapped me in real life?!" I tried my best to make him understand what I am saying. "If you want to make me your wife then that's at least I should know, No?" He stares at me, silently for a few moments, observing what I said before he spoke. "Would you believe if I say we both were lovers in the past life? and your parents

“They had prior exposure to the Core System’s energy, so they spent years in research and development to find a way to neutralize the power. If they hadn’t picked a silly character who was obsessed with love, they might have succeeded.” I laughed out loud. “You are wrong. It was never about love for her. She never loved me right from the start. Her ego mattered more than anything. “I turned her down and dumped her, so she became obsessed with getting me back to prove she could. She’s just a glitch. Now that I think about it, I feel nauseous.” Silvia, lying injured on the ground, flinched and twitched. Kaden crouched low to the ground without any tears. Not caring about his mother’s injuries,

Sometimes she would prepare some and make me crave them. She treated me like a daughter, she is in her late fifties. She has never been married, she did say she was in love once but it didn’t work out well for her because the man married someone else. I asked her how she had handled that and she said- “love is an illusion.” I didn’t understand what she had said but she broke it down, love is what we feel, the same way we feel cold and we feel hotness, it comes and goes, if you want it to stay and become real- you have to work for it, he didn’t work for it, she worked for it. Later on he got bored and proposed to someone else on her birthday. It was messy.

Love? She didn’t believe in it. To Imani Kane, love was nothing more than a chemical illusion, endorphins at play. Hormones pretending to be destiny. “It’s just biology,” she said softly, swirling the wine in her glass. “Like a monthly period.” Her tone was calm, almost detached, but her eyes told a different story hollow, distant, yet burning with unspoken pain. “I never understood why poets, actors, or novelists glorify it,” she went on. “As if love is the cure to all misery. But it’s not. Love doesn’t save the world

He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

He hated her tears. He was possessive. For him, she had to be acquired and preserved. He imagined women he would be in love with as beautiful, sacrificing, and never arguing. In actual life situations, things were different. Infatuation did not mean that there would not be any differences and the other person would always remain dumb. But in his case, his perception of love was vague and simple. The feelings and words had taken a shape, a sculpture, he could never imagine. The shape of her.

He looked at me sadly and lay down on the bed and told me in sad tone, "Now you are not loving me.. You are only loving our kids.. Even our kids loving you most.. No one is loving me" He would always say this same words whenever I denie him.. Everytime, at first I would think that I shouldn't fall in his trap but after seeing his sad face I will comply with his wishes.. I took his hand in mine and kissed it and told him, "Don't say like this varun.. You know thag I love you most in this world.." "Kiss me then I will believe it.." he told with same sad face.. I nodded and turned to kiss him but he stopped me and told me in husiky voice,

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.

In their eyes, the illusion queen was no different from a slave who was loyal to her master. "You're funny. So you want to call that love? Ha! You're just being used, but you still want it. Love isn't about doing what the person you love does. It's about how you love someone sincerely and don't stray from that path." Mu Huanhuan's mother stood in the sky, looking at the illusion queen with pity. "Ha! What do you know about my love? I love him and I am willing to do anything for him. He also says he loves me, so we love each other."