My Dearest Delusion Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Why won't anyone believe me?! You're his cousin! You know us! You know I would never make this up!" "I know that grief can do terrible things to the human mind, especially after losing a child," the doctor said gently, though her eyes remained entirely closed off. She turned her head slightly to the nurse by the door. "Make a note of the elevated agitation. She's still deeply entrenched in her persecutory delusions." "No! Wait, please don't write that down!" I panicked, scrambling across the bed toward her. "Don't walk away from me! Just give me a chance to prove it!"

"We just need time. I just need to reach her. Once we talk, things should be okay again." A humorless smile pulls at my mouth. "I'm convinced we should all start calling you Captain Delusional or maybe his highness the king of delusions." "She's still my girl," He snapped, face turning four shades of pink. I laugh. The sound isn't pleasant. "Former girl, Phantom. Former." His eyes burn. "I was joking a few seconds ago, but now, I'm starting to think delusion is really how you process being a loser these days."

, I asked him " I really don't know whether you are going to believe this or not but you are suffering from Hibernate syndrome, in which a person can sleep for even more than two months at once and during that particular duration of his or her sleeping that particular person creates an delusional world around them which makes them believe that whatever is happening to him or her is totally real although everything is just an illusion”, he told me " What the hell are you telling ? , you mean to say that I am sleeping from last few months and that to with the condition that whatever I saw was just a dream and nothing else more than that “, I inquired him

Perhaps, his team members or the other two that were involved in the case? Urggh! I groaned as I strolled to my book shelf. My very help is what I needed badly now. I carefully scanned through the books before settling for a book on delusional disorder. I might find delusions an escape of my past memories. I rolled over, dwelling on the painful path of the protagonist in the novel. He was an orphan like me. Wow, we were really similar. He also watched his parents die. At least, he didn't get to watch his mother being molested.

She asked taking him off guard, he is not ready for emotional talk at this moment but she don't know what's coming in their way and she don't want to avoid this conversation. "U want honest answer?" He asked looking into her eyes and she nodded while driving. "A perfect Delusion" he said. "Then why did it felt most real thing in my entire existence?" her eyes were little gloomy because she can sense what's coming next. "Delusion feels real but it isn't ...... That's why we call it a delusion". "And what we r ?". "Every human is attracted to particular uniqueness in his or her life .......So u r a ray of light in my darkness ...... And I'm just a alluring darkness for u".

The level of delusion Leona spoke just now was unbelievable and Ruth didn’t know what to do to knock some sense into her sister. “It means nothing. Just watch, it wouldn’t mean anything to him.” Leona enunciated but deep down she doesn’t want this to happen. She wanted all of his words to be true, she wanted all of his talks to be a reality and place faith in his words. She wanted it to be her beautiful reality. Just when Leona was thinking about Zen non stop, his thoughts were entering her mind constantly, his words repeating in her mind, praying for him to return and talk to her more.

It was as if she had completely lost her grip on reality, lost in her own world of delusion. "You'll regret this! Regret losing me! Regret making me feel like trash! You'll regret why you didn't have to choose me as your Luna!" My lips curled into a sneer as I took in her delusional ravings. I let out a small laugh, my eyes mocking her as I shook my head. She was deluded, convinced of her own power and influence. But I knew the truth. She was nothing but a pathetic figure, grasping at straws and delusions. I tucked my gun back into its holster, feeling a sense of satisfaction as I did so. Then I tucked my hands into my pockets, watching her with an air of amusement.

I couldn't let myself be delusional so I walked away. Unknowingly to me, Devlin was relentless, and she was hot on my heels. "A part of you believe what I'm saying. A part of you knows that something's up, something huge and something she isn't telling us about!" She said. I was as unrelenting as she was, marching forward as if I had no regard for her which was the truth actually. "Why don't you want to believe it? Why are you deceiving yourself?" "I am not deceiving myself" I turned back to look at her then stopped walking, "I know for a fact that what she's going through is a normal thing. A normal emotion for everyone who is a ruler".

But there was nothing more to be done today so I and my assistant gathered all my files, prepared to leave. “The nerve of that man,” I said to Damien. “How can he just come here and throw his weight around like that?” “Probably because he wants to feel validated, you know,” Damien replied. “He is Delus’s bastard son, after all.” My mouth dropped open in shock. I hadn’t had even an inkling of this. Delus was the vampire king, probably the most well known vampire all over the world. There was no way that nobody on the planet hadn’t heard of King Delus. He’s been alive for about a thousand years and was known to be quiet ruthless in his dealings with others.

Or was that my delusions speaking? Just the thought of being Mrs. Davenport one day has me in tears, I couldn’t stop the tears from running down my face. It has been my dream for so long. I don’t know what to do if it is my delusions bearing its head. My heart will be broken if I’d misread things. It’s the last thing I want or need right now.