Love Is An Illusion Novels & Stories

Afterall, her family never showed her love and her ex husband whom she had loved since she was young broke up with her and even killed her baby, "I also think that love is just a mirage, it doesn't really exist." Ben took his gaze away from the television and set it on her, "Is that so?" "Yes. I think people only deceive themselves to think that love exist but I think it's just a word that exists in the dictionary, it doesn'tt exist in the heart of humans," she said.

He says at last and grabs her face with a cheeky smile. My legs are no longer strong to carry me. Tears streams from my left eye. The flashback of our memorable moments storm my head.I don’t want him for someone else. They hug themselves and I can’t behold it anymore. I bolt up the stairs, crescendoing the steps with so much speed. I enter my room and slam the door and press my back on the wooden door. “No!!!” I scream. I really cannot come to terms with the new development. Indeed I have confirmed that love is an illusion. I should never have trusted the words of a man.I should have known better that their words and intentions change in the snap of a finger.

His voice held such love and passion as it spoke my name. He placed his hand on my hip, lightly squeezing it. His movements were fluid and just right. He knew the gentleness and tenderness that I needed. It's not to say that the sex was better, but it was a different kind of sex. It was tender and loving. "Rain, I am all yours to use as you see fit. Meleth nin." He spoke and I could see this light start to shine in his eye. A golden ring around his iris appeared and I could feel my magic rise inside me. I wasn't sure what he had just spoken, but it felt like a never ending bond was just formed different from the mate bond.

"You always said happiness doesn't need to be displayed. Since you never take photos with me, I figured there was no point in keeping it as my wallpaper." He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. "Love is something you carry in your heart. As long as we know, that's what matters." A cold smile curled my lips. "But if you never say it, how can anyone be sure who you love?" My words seemed to catch him off guard. He tilted his head, watching me closely. "Honey, you're talking strangely today," he said. I laughed softly. "It's nothing. You should get going. Don't you have an important meeting today?"

He didn’t answer, only lifted the glass to his lips. “Do you love me?” she asked again, louder this time. His gaze finally turned to her, sharp and cold. “Why are you asking me that, Nina?” She swallowed. “Because I need to know. I need to know if you see me as more than someone who just lies in your bed.” Marcus set the glass down, the sound loud in the quiet room. “Love is an illusion,” he said flatly. “Don’t ask me for what I can’t give.”

"How can I be wrong about that? Love? Pfff... It's nowhere near the line that separates reality from fantasies. Love exists on the side where people's fantasies reside. It's merely a construct that tricks us into thinking we have deep feelings for someone or something. But the truth is, it's just our brain manipulating our emotions. I've seen what it does to people. It makes them vulnerable, dependent, and blinds them to reality. It's an illusion, a trick played by our own minds. We convince ourselves that we feel something deep and meaningful, but in the end, it's just a fleeting emotion that fades away." My jaw dropped, leaving me utterly speechless. This man who had me pinned against the

'This is just a figment of my imagination,' I told myself. Then, breaking the silence, Aurora spoke, “Don’t you miss me, Xander?” “You're just an illusion; you're not real. Please leave,” I said firmly, my voice tinged with a mix of desperation and frustration. Aurora smiled, a knowing, almost melancholic expression on her face. “I cannot leave if you still love me. The deeper your love, the more real this illusion becomes. Can you stop loving me, Xander?” Her words echoed in the room, a haunting reminder of the emotional turmoil that had led me to this point. The line between reality and illusion blurred, leaving me in a state of profound confusion and heartache.

She looked at me and started speaking. “Killian love is more than a feeling, love is a choice, a choice to sacrifice, a choice to surrender, a choice to let go, that feeling that you just defined might seem like love but it isn't, that feeling frizzles out almost immediately, though it might suit your appetite, fuel your hunger and desires for what seems like a very long time, but it's just an illusion!” She turned to me holding my hands softly. “Love carries you far, love is light, and God is light!” She smiled and pulled me into a hug.

THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you all for supporting me. I wouldn't have completed this story without your likes, follows, and comments. Thank you once again. "Love Is An Experiment" is part of "The Love Series." It's the first book in the series. The next book in the series, "Love Is Not An Obsession," is Sarah's story. As the title suggests, you can already guess what it's about. 🌚🌚🌹 I'm unsure which platforms the next book will be available on, but if you're interested, follow my F******k author page (Dzniellaa Ayd) for updates.

he said, giving me a light tap on the back. I let out a dry chuckle, but deep down, I knew there was no way that could happen, not to me. Love was nothing but an illusion, a false promise that only led to pain. I had seen it firsthand. Two people in my life had once thrown that word around as if it meant something as if it could protect them. But in the end, love had failed them. It had destroyed them.