My Dearest Delusion Novels & Stories

Like this is all some bad dream we can wake up from and that he would appear to put everything straight again. I have clung to it and refused to think of anything else. Maybe I was delusional after all; maybe I am crazy. “The only person who doesn’t believe in the truth and cannot face facts is you, Kayla. Dane has no doubts anymore. Please see sense in this.”

It was not the one a person feels when getting electrocuted by a live electric current, this one felt different, funny enough, I liked it. It got me having this feeling of sensation that I, myself can't even describe. “What!” His husky voice brought me out of my thoughts. “Did you feel what I just felt now?” I inquired with curiosity laced in my voice as I batted my eyes. “I thought you were like those delusional girls trying to get my attention, but right now shows you are more than that, Your delusion is far more than anyone can imagine, I think you need help, urgent one, you need to stop being pathetic,” my eyes sparkle, I had wanted to give him a befitting answer when someone interrupted

They pointed to the leaflet and argued greedily about something. Emanuele quickly lowered her head further, while her boyfriend hugged her tighter. The brown-haired girl's heart began to beat wildly. They hadn't left in their entirety! They practically camped out in the building to... For what? How could a bunch of wrinkly old women be so intent on harming a single person? Would the intensive brainwashing they had undergone last forever? Yes, because what Emanuele's mother, the "kind" and "wonderful" Margaret had done to everyone around her was just that: a web of illusions meticulously set up, trapping everyone in the threads of mirages and pretty lies.

The next morning, Nic was trying to make sense of what had happened the previous night. He wasn’t even sure whether it was real or not because she was being her usual distant self, and she didn’t say anything about it either. He began wondering if he was the one going insane. She had kept the robe on the entire time, and he had never seen her naked, so he assumed that maybe it was a dream. He was distracted from the thought when he received an incoming call from Alexis. He didn’t know if he should answer it. On the other hand, he couldn’t avoid her forever, and there was no harm in answering.

I jerk my face out of his hand, disgust rippling through me at his touch. “You’re delusional. Whatever we had, whatever you think we shared—it’s dead, Caden. I don’t love you. I loathe you. And the only reason I ever tolerated you was because I thought there was still some hope for you. But I have stopped living in my fantasies long ago. I don’t lie to myself, just because it sounds pretty. I’m way over you, Caden. You just don’t seem to get that in your thick head.” Which, actually, makes me kind of sad. For him. What kind of sick mentality must someone have to deal with delusions like these? It can’t be easy. Can it?

It corroded trust and left scars invisible to the eye but searing to the soul. “Who?” Sienna pressed gently, desperate to unravel the web of deception. Evelyn shook her head. “Not yet. I need to be sure before I say anything. If they’re still out there, listening…” Alex’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “We can’t afford mistakes. Every move has to be calculated.” The SUV’s headlights cut through the fog as they approached a nondescript building nestled between two shuttered warehouses. Alex pulled up silently and killed the engine. For a moment, the only sounds were the distant wail of sirens and the faint buzz of streetlights.

“What? What does that even mean?” The doctor folded his arms across his chest, thoughtful. “It’s rare. Sometimes, it’s called Delusional Memory Imprinting. It usually appears after trauma to the brain. The mind can’t stand empty spaces, so it fills the gaps… not with facts, but with long-standing fantasies. The brain mistakes them for real history.” I shifted in my chair. “You mean… he’s making things up?”

I was trying hard not to reveal my shaking hands. Wouldn't Tyler recognize the name Devon? And why the hell had Devon gone over to Florida to look for me? Why would he be looking for me, what business did he have with me? "You look different_" "Man! She said she doesn't know you. Aren't you aware of doppelgangers these days?" Tyler put in, anger etched on his face. "Doppelgangers?" Grey seemed confused. "Do your research and get about your way," Tyler shot at him.

They were the most dangerous kind, because they genuinely believed their own lies. "Ex-husband," I said, my voice dropping so low it didn't even sound like it came from a human throat. It was just a quiet, flat rumble that made the loose plaster on the baseboard vibrate. "You forgot about that little part, big bro. The ink on those papers is completely dry." I let the words hang in the air between us, watching his face contort with denial, watching reality try to penetrate the fortress of delusion he'd built around himself.

Nox "It's been over two weeks," I said, my arms crossed over my chest as I leaned against my desk and stared. "We need to tell Alex. She's going to find out sooner or later." I took a deep breath and stared down at Deloris Witt. Perhaps over the years I'd overestimated her abilities. In most things, most instances, she was unstoppable—Superwoman. If that were true, then this assignment, Chelsea Moore and Infidelity, had become her kryptonite.