Love Is But An Illusion Novels & Stories

He says venomously, looking away. I can tell from the way his nostrils flare, or that tick in his jaw that he is getting angrier by the minute. “She loved… that is not a sin.” I say. “Love is an illusion for a desperate attempt to find a source of distraction. We are gods not mere mortals.” He says, and I can tell from his voice that he sure believes that. I don’t know if I should be sad for him or not. He doesn’t really look like the type that you feel sympathy for.

This was Eve’s main task. The con woman replied with pride. “You’ve seen the conversations. I’ll forward the files of the rest of his messages. From the looks of it, he is hopelessly in love with a fake persona who he’ll never be able to see or hear from ever again. He’s actually still waiting for a ghost to show up. I’d say you got more than what you asked for.” The other line was silent when Eve thought her client should’ve been celebrating. Then, the girl spoke with trepidation, “I-I did the right thing. He deserves it, r-right? If he was a better man, this wouldn’t have happened…”

"Red, you are going to have to have faith in me. Things are going to work out. You're my gorgeous. Red, you are very lovely. Don't take away from my ability to do that. We won't be in any danger... After all, it's not a baby just yet. ” Every single one of his words pierces me all at once in the same way. I'm not sure which aspect to zero in on. I just can't make myself choose one. Love and deception go hand in hand, and he claims that the part of us that is contained within me is an illusion. He wants me to dispose of it in some way. My physical self takes over, and I find myself desperately trying to get away from him.

he blurted out. Disgust ripples through my veins as the words sink in. I killed her. He killed the woman he loved? Why? Raphaël chuckled darkly, running his fingers through his hair. "Love sure makes you do crazy things." he mumbled to himself. I bit my lower lip as I stayed silent. "I believed that she was everything for me but she showed me that love, love is just an illusion a feeling that tricks your brain into making you think that you have accomplished something extraordinary in the world."

I feel that soon I will own ITSU. Imagine me, love. That is a higher level of oxymoron, patching me and the word love in one sentence like that. People can be so creative with words. They make me want to bow down often, especially when they whine about love ‘conquers all’. Who believes any of that? They make it sound so great, like it is the only purpose of living, and as if without it, life is meaningless. And going as far as believing that love is joy? Heck, I have seen people cry because of love! Love is unconditional? Old men leave their wives every now and then for a younger woman. Love is selflessness? Tell me about love in the presence of ‘I’. Everything is ‘I’ these days.

"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

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. Humans, by nature, are flawed. Each

Horrified, Viso berated His friend and looked at him disdainfully. Evan laughed seeing the aghast look on his friend's face. "I should click a picture of you to keep it as a remembrance. To the day when the Bonkers uttered the word Love for the first time in his life. Magic isn't it?" He chirped while laughing his ass off but the next moment he got serious. As serious as the doctor who came out of an operation theatre to give the news of the death of his patient. "I won't ever ask you to love anyone for real. Love is nothing but an illusion of the world's desires," He said philosophically.

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."

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.