Love Is An Illusion Manga Novels & Stories

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A bond that strengthened through trials and tribulations. A love that laughed at impossibilities. Uthando's laughter echoed, a promise of a brighter tomorrow. Their illicit love story became a legend. A testament to love's transformative power. A reminder that true love conquers all. *Love is love, even if it is illicit Like light remains light, even in the darkness* - - - THE END “Dear beloved readers,

he half shrugged. I smiled without my eyes. "How about you?" "It's pretty boring when people ask me back my questions. Ask something you really wanna know." Touche. "Ever been in love?" Side effects of breaking up too much; you become a love doctor. Couldn't believe myself either. He chuckled. "That a no?" He jerked his shoulders forward. "Love is an illusion." My mouth suddenly became dry and my legs stood up, heading to the kitchen. I was already at the living room door when I swirled around to explain myself. "Thirsty. Orange juice?"

Although the noblewomen mocked her by giving her name : "Lord Jean's little whore," She study how to read and write, spending many evenings by the fireplace reading classic love stories for Jean while he braided her hair. "Love," she mused one evening with a saddest romance book in her hand. "Does it really exist? Is love real? Master, I am taught that there is no such thing called love; It's an illusion, the only real thing is called lust. Lust and desire, force that drives men and women to have sex and produce offspring so that their clan does not become extinct."

Little by little, my dreams helped me release the disappointment and pain of being so blatantly used and dumped by Joshua. I’d fallen in love with the Marc of my dreams. If only it could transfer to the real one. Sadly, my interaction with Marc when I was awake was stilted and awkward. In my dreams, we were a couple with a strong bond. In reality, we were two strangers who had a definite physical attraction, but knew minimal about each other. I was embarrassed about the fact that I’d manifested this imaginary love relationship with this man. I clearly needed therapy.

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."

“Say something only Adrian would know.” The illusion smiled. “You’re the woman I love.” Hope shook her head. “That’s not enough.” “I love you.” “Still not enough.” The illusion stepped closer. “You’re my heart.” Hope’s eyes filled with tears. “Adrian would never try to convince me with words.” The illusion stopped. “He would simply stand beside me.” The illusion shattered. Hope closed her eyes. “I’m sorry.” A voice answered from the darkness. “You should not apologize.” Hope opened her eyes.

Will they make love in front of Aphrodite? So, just wait for the next chapter ;) See you 👋 LOVE ALL ❤️

I'm certain I closed it, how did it open? "Oh!" Lia squeals after the credits roll. "Don't you just love romance? Wasn't the ending beautiful, mother?" "It was," she agrees, standing up. "Love is beautiful. It's something worth fighting for." I look at her. "Is it really, mother? I think love is an illusion. People don't truly love each other. They love the idea of love." Lia swats my arm. "Stop it. Mother and father were truly in love before he died, isn't that true?"

he whispered in my ear as the burning stopped. I was on my hands and knees and it felt like I couldn’t breathe. I looked down at my hands and they weren’t burnt. I had felt my skin burn to a crisp but they hadn’t. Everything, even my pain, was an illusion. That meant that even in here, Death was an illusion as well, but the illusion whether in my mind or not, was real in here. “What is love, Kiran?” Death asked me. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back and he looked at me with genuine curiosity.