Love Is But An Illusion Novels & Stories

"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?"

--- Ariana exhaled slowly. --- “That sounds like I’m not real anymore,” she said. --- Oliver looked at her. --- “You’re real,” he said. --- A pause. --- “But they’re controlling how real you appear to others.” --- That explanation settled heavily. --- Because it meant one thing. --- Reality wasn’t just what existed. --- It was what was recognized. --- Ariana leaned against the locker. --- “So this is the consequence,” she said. --- Oliver nodded. --- “Yes.” ---

Make their wedding almost close to perfect. "Love is indeed unique. At the moment I think, that love is only an illusion that hurts. In fact, the love that I feel this time it feels so warm and thrilling. Until it feels like I'm dreaming. But when I hold your hand and funnel the warmth in between us, I'm increasingly aware... if love is indeed as beautiful as this. I was lucky in the end to be your husband, Fel," said Glen as he and his wife would sleep.

@NO POV@ I learned the difference between delusion and real love for I have been deceived so many times before . . . . . by life by people my own instincts by the world . . . . I saw it once I have no doubt but now can't place its whereabouts I try to think it time and time but what it is won't come to mind A word a scent a feeling past it will not show though much I have asked and when it comes I soon forget this is how it felt

He whispered, cupping Justine's tear stained face. He stared at him for a long time, heart aching to see someone so precious as Justine breaking down in front of his eyes. "You know what's your only fault?" He wiped his tears as he smiled at him. "Your only fault is loving someone so much...someone who doesn't deserve your love." Bob was crying as he smiled at the brunet. "But even that isn't something you should be sorry about." Bob wiped the tears on Justine's eyes. "Because loving is never wrong." He placed a kiss on Justine's forehead, cradling him close to him.

Nothing. I move on to the next day. The page is a little burnt on the sides. I try not to imagine what must have happened to the hand that held that diary. 2 July 2010 ‘I don’t know whether my love is shallow or unfounded since we have never talked. But unrequited, untold love is the purest form of love. There is no pretence in that.’

“What do you mean, Carter? Are you telling me that you made a mistake and that I am not really your mate? Are you making a fool out of me? I felt it, Carter. I felt our connection so don’t you dare tell me that.” “You are just a mere mortal. How can you understand the mate thing in our kind? You were just too carried away with your human emotions which made you feel that way. For a human like you, I’m just any ordinary love you find. You fell in love and you might be thinking that you are deeply in love with me because I told you about our connection, but the truth is, the love you are claiming is just all in your mind. It’s a big illusion that your mind created. It’s not true.” I couldn’t b

He tried to cough it out, but the burning sensation remained. Chortling, the Mistress sighed, looking up at the star. “Do you think love truly exist?” Luis stared at her for a moment. He felt it’s rather unnatural to be asked such a deep question by no more than a child, but he found himself clearing his throat and saying, “Love is a foolish excuse to justify everything. It’s stupid to even perceive it as something that would trigger change; yet, it was what we’re programmed for. It’s why we exist.”

And yes, I’m talking about Arya. She was gathering the documents on the coffee table when I hesitantly told her about my plan on moving in with Killiad. It was sudden. Her face twisted on an ugly grimace while her legs anxiously bounce up and down. The sudden shift in her moods had me reeling for a moment. She looked at me with alarm in her eyes. “Love is just an illusion and forever is just a joke.” She said like a mantra that she keeps on repeating inside her head. Something that maybe she’s convincing herself into.

Well let me oblige you with something you’ll need to learn if you’re to move forward and stay alive’. He leans forward, hands clasped before him, eyes hooded. ‘Love is an illusion, it fades with absence. I don’t believe in it, in petty feelings that end up getting most people dead. The world is a tilting plane of gods and monsters, so there is only survival or suffering. There isn’t room for the weak. There shouldn’t be room for sentiments to take the whip, stirring you to destruction. Like it did Sera….like it did….’