Love Is An Illusion Novelas e Histórias

I announced as I took my phone and checked something " Guys looked at this photo," I said as I handed it over to them " What about it? " Lyon asked as he gave me the phone " This was a group picture we took at the entrance of blu island, if you remember carefully the van was parked behind us and if you zoom into the picture you’ll notice that the van isn’t there " " Are you… saying…Melody isn’t… real? " Liv said in stutter as she widened her eyes “ Yes, and No, I don’t just think Melody isn’t real but I think everything about her isn’t real. We are having been living in an illusion "

The kind that cracked through even the strongest walls. But I couldn’t let myself fall. “Travian, please... I can’t believe in this,” I whispered, voice barely audible. “Not again.” His fingers tightened slightly on my cheek. “Why not?” “Because all we feel is lust. A desperate desire to be wanted. It’s not love. It’s an illusion... and I won’t live in illusions anymore.” I pulled away, retreating into myself. I had believed before. In empty words. In half-promises that were never meant to last. I had walked through fire just to be seen—and I had the scars to prove it.

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."

Maddison said. You might assume at first that she is intelligent enough to detect when a guy is neglecting her. Ivy was back on my mind; I had to support her. I would have to wait for the right moment to sneak out of there. With a sigh, Susan leaned back on the couch. "Wouldn't it be great to marry the love of your life? Someone who you can grow old with and who will love you no matter what." Susan said. "Don't be stupid, love is an illusion created for poor people to feel like they are doing something with their lives," Maddison said. "Besides, falling in love with him won't be that hard," she said, her gaze returning to the newspaper featuring his photo.

But she looked as if she’d accepted it long before it happened, twisting the knife deeper into my nearly dead heart. I will never forget the look on her face. There was a trace of guilt, but I knew in that moment that she knew it was coming.....and welcomed it. I just saved her from doing it herself. Relief. That was what I had seen in her face that day. “Love is an illusion. The goddess knew that when she created mates. The pairing of souls is a futile attempt at forcing the hands of her minions. She watches from her throne as her little games play out, but they are just that. Games. You are a pawn and your heart, a simple casualty to the bigger picture. Huma

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.”

I whispered. The words felt dangerous. Forbidden. Real. The line stayed open, my mother listening, measuring. Finally, she spoke again—cool, distant, unchanged. “Then you will have to learn,” she said, “that love is a liability.” The call ended. I lowered the phone, staring at the empty street where John had vanished. Somewhere out there, he was running—fighting—surviving. And I was the reason he’d learned to stop trusting. I told myself I had done what I was raised to do.

I begin, "love is a myth. It simply doesn't exist." "Wow," James breathes out. He peers at me through a hood of lashes like he is trying to figure out if I am being serious or not. "Yeah," I say nodding, pulling on my mental debating coat like I used to in Secondary School, "love is said to be kind, selfless, forgiving, patient and all that crap. But you can never come across a love like that, it doesn't happen." He nods, assimilating my points. "I agree. But that doesn't mean it is fake, it is just rare."

PART 4 Broken love, broken hearts. The once sweet feeling was now replaced by bitterness and sad memories. Was the love you have always treasured worth keeping? Or is it time to find a new love? * * * KATE I raised a hand above my head, shielding my face from the harsh glare of the sun. I closed my left eye, playing and teasing my vision. Little rays of sunlight peeked through the slit I was creating with my fingers. “Kate!” For a minute, I was tempted to ignore the person calling my name. But then, my stomach betrayed me. It has been a while since I last ate. I was starving.

“Win-” “Ah...hah just one date and We can pretend that it never happen if you think that you won't be able to like me. I know we had lots of sex and acting clingy is never part of it but...I just love you” My speech ended with a lone tear eascaping my eyes because let's be honest, I’m so scare of getting rejected after pouring my heart out.