Love Is An Illusion Telegram Novels & Stories

00 am As the clock struck 12:00 pm, Susan sits on her dressing stool while she opened her laptop, tapping her foot uncontrollably waiting for his call or message notification, minutes turned several hours, and no call nor message come through "Did something happen to him? Or am I cursed? Does he hate me? God! What's happening?" Earlier that day, she had put a call through her friends to prepare them for the special announcement she was about to share, it's starting to look like there won't be any announcement at all. Her laptop beeps, she rushes to open it but sees it was a message from Tade "We are at our spot babe, bring

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed

Nate laughed at the silly dare, my stomach easing again. "Simple enough, he's already mad at me." Nate pulled out his phone and found a gif of a guy chasing another guy goofily around a house and it read "love me". The gif itself was funny but I knew that the words written on there were probably how he was really feeling.

Her lips curled into a triumphant smirk as she mouthed silently, "His love can belong to you... or it can belong to me." I gave a bitter smile and walked away. Right then, an alert popped up on my phone: [Your flight is boarding soon. Please proceed to the airport.] I powered off my phone and took one last long look at them. If this were how it had to be, so be it. ... After settling Giselle, Jordan felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest. He made an excuse to step outside for air, expecting to see that petite figure on the bench, but it was empty.

Annoyance flickers through me almost immediately afterward. The audacity of this man. My phone buzzes against the desk. Unknown Number. I already know. I should ignore it. Instead, I answer. “How did you get my number?” A low chuckle sounds through the line. “Hello to you too Sweetheart” I hate that the sound still does something to me. “How do you have my number Mr Sterling?” “I have my ways.” Of course he does, he’s Alexander Sterling. Mysterious but extremely powerful in the words of Emily.

“You’ll marry Eleanor Pierce. That’s final.” I tried to argue. God knows I tried. “I love her.” He raised an eyebrow. “You think love pays for legacy?” That night, I punched a wall so hard I cracked my knuckles. I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. I typed out a message to Josephine, backspaced. Typed again. Deleted. Over and over. Nothing I wrote felt like enough. Or maybe, deep down, I knew there was no right way to say, I’m leaving, but I never wanted to.

"Well, the cat is out of the bag now, so there's no reason for me to keep the brat. And you had better leave my house the next time I see you!" Stan burst into tears right then. "Don't you see?! Oliver doesn't love you anymore! That's why he did this! Only I truly love you now—I don't care about anything else, I just want to be with you! Are you seriously choosing him after he thoroughly humiliated you?!" "Shut up! You don't get to talk to me like that!" Claire shrieked, cutting him short. "There's no reason for us to see each other anymore. I'll find Oliver and bring him home!"

Instinctively, I screamed into the phone, "Timothy, please come save me! Micah's on drugs! He's out of his mind—" Beep. The line went dead.

Must be talking to one of his hookers. "Sam, do you think she still loves me?" I ask, taking his attention. "Who?" He asks back, almost puzzled, moving his head to the phone again. I sighed in frustration, "I am talking about Elina, Sam!" "Of course, she does love you, " He replied. "How could you so sure?" "Don't worry, Sir, even if she doesn't, I can do her part, " James spoke, noticing that he is smiling while running his hands on my chest, giving me sudden goosebumps on my skin. Does he think I am gay?

Leo explained in a hushed tone. “Oh, I now understand, La hustle ooo, or else la wuu." They chanted and laughed. These guys love Medical's song too much. Serwaa thought to herself as she blended the onions and pepper. Only if she knew her husband belonged to a secret cult and had used her womb for sacrifice for more money and fame.