Love Is But An Illusion Novels & Stories

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."

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.

What will you call a person when he knows he's being betrayed, hurt and destroyed but still chooses to believe the illusion? He's my favourite illusion which breaks occasionally to show me the reality and drags me again into the fairytale. If this is not an addiction, what is it? It can't be love. "If you think my feeling is a lie," he husks. "Then it is. I love you. I love you so fucking much" Before I can respond, he captures my lips into a hungry kiss. I don't react. I can't. I'm too tired to respond to his wild actions. He deepens the intensity, nibbling my bottom lip. It makes me moan softly in his mouth.

If he is to take a wife now, it would result in no good, it will only bring misery not only to him but to his wife and child. His friends who turned out to have a bad marriage said that love did not really exist. That it was only an imagination, an illusion. They said that it only felt good in the beginning, and that can be mistaken with love. But once get married and live in one roof, it would be a different story.

If it does happen, I want it to be consensual, for both of us to be fully aware of what we're doing but he's currently not in the right state of mind. "Love is only just a word, isn't it? Love is a lie. It's sweet promises, sunshine and rainbows until it's not. You get shown the possibility of a future together and a guarantee to always make you happy until you realize it's all fake. Love is a form of manipulation, a dominating tactic which most people use to get other people to do their bidding blindly. I'm not such a person so I can't offer you love even if you begged me but I can offer you pleasure with a hint of pain to tie it all together.

“Did last night make you do this?” “You are not the first man to come into my life. It is true that the soul imprisoned in my body did not force me, but it did not only force me, but also gave me the answer to my question that perhaps love happens once, but love does not happen once. After breaking up, we fall in love with the person who brings us back to life.” “It's all an illusion, Anna, just like you!" “If the scent of the blood with which you painted my lips had not permeated my lips, I would have mistaken it for delusion.” Hearing her, he brought his face close to her lips when Anna stopped him.

Eddie listened intently, only interrupting once or twice for clarification. However, the mood changed drastically when Ella narrated her return from abroad. She was embarrassed about her gullibility when dealing with Blake so she lied and said that they had fallen in love and that she had moved in with him when she got pregnant. She also limited the details of her incarceration as she did not want him to know the magnitude of her problems. Her intention was to put him off with the mountain of issues she was facing. The exact opposite was happening in Eddie’s mind. He had already decided to be her knight in shining armour and rescue her from a toxic relationship.he even began to cheer her up

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."

ASHLEY Love. Was there anything like that in the first place? Pfft. I put it to you that it's just an illusion. A crappy feeling that takes a lot from you with nothing to show for it. That shit about meeting the one was crap. It was total bullshit. There is no such thing as love and even if there was, all it ever does was take everything away from you, subject you to the mercy of manipulations, and make you do things that you wouldn't do if you were in your right senses.

I start to believe that maybe, just maybe, Bruno will forgive me and that our love will emerge stronger on the other side. I know it's a fragile dream, one that could shatter at any moment, but I can't help myself. I'm trapped in this web of my own making, and I don't know how to escape. So I continue to weave the illusion, convincing myself that our love will conquer all, even the truth.