Novel & Cerita Love Is But An Illusion

"Last night was the first time I had a conversation with him, it's still too early for that." Constanz answers Katharina in German. In response, Katharina rolls her eyes stubbornly. I touch Constanz's shoulder, when she looks at me I ask her what she said. “I told Katharina that men like Karl just want sex,” Constanz explains to me in a severe maternal tone. "You speak as if you knew him”, Katharina complains. "Have you never fallen in love with someone? Not everything has to be rational.” Constanz shrugged. "Love is an emotional illusion that distracts people from their true needs and goals, often leading to suffering and disappointment."

he said, giving me a light tap on the back. I let out a dry chuckle, but deep down, I knew there was no way that could happen, not to me. Love was nothing but an illusion, a false promise that only led to pain. I had seen it firsthand. Two people in my life had once thrown that word around as if it meant something as if it could protect them. But in the end, love had failed them. It had destroyed them.

That she would fight. But she hadn’t. And now, she had done it again. The soft chime of the café door closing behind her felt like a gunshot, shattering the last illusion I had clung to. She still loved me. I saw it in her eyes, in the way her breath caught when she looked at me, in the way her fingers had trembled when she touched me. But love wasn’t enough. Not in her world. Not when the man she was bound to was Damien Laurent.

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.”

'This is just a figment of my imagination,' I told myself. Then, breaking the silence, Aurora spoke, “Don’t you miss me, Xander?” “You're just an illusion; you're not real. Please leave,” I said firmly, my voice tinged with a mix of desperation and frustration. Aurora smiled, a knowing, almost melancholic expression on her face. “I cannot leave if you still love me. The deeper your love, the more real this illusion becomes. Can you stop loving me, Xander?” Her words echoed in the room, a haunting reminder of the emotional turmoil that had led me to this point. The line between reality and illusion blurred, leaving me in a state of profound confusion and heartache.

"In the end, they are all the same. When the time comes and you need him the most, he'll abandon you," she whispered. "You seem to be talking from experience." I locked my gaze at her as my voice came out strong. She gritted her teeth at me. "Love is just an illusion. The sooner you realise it, the earlier you wake up from the lies," she said instead. "Just because your love life might have gone down badly doesn't mean that mine will go that way too. Nathan and I love each other!" I spat. "He's my mate!"

Sometimes she would prepare some and make me crave them. She treated me like a daughter, she is in her late fifties. She has never been married, she did say she was in love once but it didn’t work out well for her because the man married someone else. I asked her how she had handled that and she said- “love is an illusion.” I didn’t understand what she had said but she broke it down, love is what we feel, the same way we feel cold and we feel hotness, it comes and goes, if you want it to stay and become real- you have to work for it, he didn’t work for it, she worked for it. Later on he got bored and proposed to someone else on her birthday. It was messy.

I needed to go home, something was tugging in my chest, this feeling… It was years ago and I had dispelled everything about it. I wanted her… I wanted my toy. I stood holding my chest. “I think I'll be leaving right about now”, I said and walked out without looking back. I needed to get away from all these and into her arms, everything felt assured with her by my side. No this wasn't love, it could never be love. Love was a feeling created by the mind to deceive us and make us feel better when we weren't. A mere illusion of the mind. *** ANNIE

"There's no such thing as true love, or love at first sight. Love is an illusion." "You're wrong." Isabella retorted. "Just because you've never been in love, it doesn't mean love doesn't exist." Antonio was silent for a moment. His thumb paused their slow movement as he stared at her. "Tell me, amore." He said finally. "Have you ever been in love?" Isabella's heart hammered wildly within her. She had no idea why, but when she thought of being in love, it was his face that appeared. There was no way she would fall for someone like Antonio. It was impossible.

He didn’t answer, only lifted the glass to his lips. “Do you love me?” she asked again, louder this time. His gaze finally turned to her, sharp and cold. “Why are you asking me that, Nina?” She swallowed. “Because I need to know. I need to know if you see me as more than someone who just lies in your bed.” Marcus set the glass down, the sound loud in the quiet room. “Love is an illusion,” he said flatly. “Don’t ask me for what I can’t give.”