Love Is An Illusion Telegram Novels & Stories

“What the hell, Issac? You are more than an hour late.” “I know….I know, I’m sorry.” Maeve made to leave but he gently grabbed her by her shoulder, stopping her. “I know you are mad and I am so sorry about that. I got caught up at work. I really thought I would be able to make it on time.” “So, why didn’t you tell me?” Maeve demanded. “You did not reply any of the messages I sent you. Why?” “My phone died, look.” He brought his phone out of his pocket and waved it in her face. “It died, I’m really sorry. I promise to make it up to you.”

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

Indignation overtook Meg as she struggled to remain calm. "I never gave you hope," she continued, her voice laden with regret. "I never invited you into my room. I woke up and you were there, as if you had a right over my body and my life. That's not love, William, that's possession, that's a power game you're playing." William looked at her for a moment, his eyes full of disdain. "Love is a luxury that few can have. And an orphan like you, with no family or last name, would never find a better match. You'd better be grateful for this opportunity and stop playing hard to get."

he admitted. “Was it real in my dreams?” I asked. “Very,” he replied. “How could that be?” I mused. “Our physical world is nothing more than a lucid dream for the soul. We have the ability to shift the composition of that dream. That’s why you and I are able to communicate telepathically,” he said. “I literally felt you making love to me in my dreams,” I said with wonder. “You are a delicious young thing,” he said, huskily, as he inched ever closer.

Keep your eyes on my profile and your inbox. Bye, my love.🖤 Hmm… this still feels unreal.🥹

"Just like you're doing now." In that instant, I was in so much pain that I was laughing and crying at the same time. I could not believe Collen would think that I was that despicable. Looking at her twisted face, I realized it wasn't that I was despicable. It was that my love was too pathetic. Fine, then. I'd just stop loving her. This farce ended when a nurse walked in and exclaimed, "What happened to the hand with the IV? Your veins are so hard to find! Didn't I tell you to take good care of the IV needle?"

I asked, knowing exactly what he meant. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Michael,” Jayden said, stepping closer. “You like her, don’t you? Don’t play dumb. You like her, right?” He baffled me. “Nonsense,” I replied. “You know I don’t believe in that stuff. You know who I am—the son of the man I am. Things like that don’t exist in our world. You should know that too, Jay. Besides, love is an illusion. Total scum.” A part of me wanted to agree.

The air turned heavy, eyes on her back. Her phone vibrated, sharp against her thigh. Liam: I don’t care what they made us. I love you. Old oak, tonight. Her chest twisted—his silver eyes, their stolen kisses, all a cult lie to spark her powers. She wanted to believe his love was real, but the scar on her wrist burned, whispering betrayal.

“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.

I yell on him, finally loosing my sanity with him. "Love?" He laughs maniacally," Love is an illusion, Hunter. I learnt my lesson twenty five years ago, the pain doesn't go away as we expect it, rather, it weakens us, overpower our decision making sense and finally pushes us into endless darkness." He lectures me with his theory on Love.