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“And why does all that matter? Yes, I have money. But when we are together, it is not my money that makes me happy. It is you. Your love is what I need.” “It’s not that simple Blake. We can’t just pretend that this won’t be a problem at some point. How do we move from a contract arrangement to whatever this is? How do we start dating when we’ve already been intimate?” “Sweetheart, what do you think about when we are having dinner, or when you are cooking for us?” he asked. “I want the meal to taste really good,” she said. “And what do you think when I’m kissing you and touching you?” he asked. He had pulled her close so that their bodies were in full contact.

What will you call a person when he knows he's being betrayed, hurt and destroyed but still chooses to believe the illusion? He's my favourite illusion which breaks occasionally to show me the reality and drags me again into the fairytale. If this is not an addiction, what is it? It can't be love. "If you think my feeling is a lie," he husks. "Then it is. I love you. I love you so fucking much" Before I can respond, he captures my lips into a hungry kiss. I don't react. I can't. I'm too tired to respond to his wild actions. He deepens the intensity, nibbling my bottom lip. It makes me moan softly in his mouth.

It's like I could feel his desperation and need for me, our emotions mixing into desire. "I know you feel it too," he whispered breathlessly. "It doesn't matter how I feel! Emotions are dangerous and can't be trusted." I cried. "Give me a chance. The moon goddess wouldn't have made us mates if it wasn't destiny." I had to admit I did agree with him, but I just can't. Astrid had been quiet ever since we had met Killian, but this made her stir in my mind.

It's an endless stream of merriment. This creature was elegant, the aura around him loudly spoke royalty. The love in his eyes seems to be stronger than any story I had heard of love potion's power. The waves of the tender love I felt protruding from him was stronger than my little tender heart that had never in real time experience love.

Love is like a wind that flows in its direction with its own speed. Nobody can capture it in their hands. It’s a feeling that not only brings happiness but hurtful stances too. When two hearts are bound to be together no matter what others do or plan evil things it won’t affect their bliss. Love nourished and cherished in pure heart only.

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

“Do you love him?” I inhaled sharply. Did I love Damien? No. Not even close. I despised him, his arrogance, his control. But that wasn’t the question. The real question was, did my feelings even matter anymore? “I don’t have a choice,” I whispered. Ethan cursed under his breath. “Aurora… please, just tell me you don’t want this. If you say it, I’ll do something. I’ll fight for you. I’ll—” “Stop.” My voice cracked. “You think this is some fairytale where love wins in the end? It doesn’t. It never has. I can’t afford to dream like that anymore.”

It was as if our bodies were made for each other, our love igniting a passion that couldn't be contained. As we reached the peak of our passion, Marco's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. "Ti amo," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I love you too," I whispered back, my heart overflowing with emotion. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that our love would conquer all. Nothing could ever tear us apart. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was as if the world outside had melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our own little bubble of love.

The kind that cracked through even the strongest walls. But I couldn’t let myself fall. “Travian, please... I can’t believe in this,” I whispered, voice barely audible. “Not again.” His fingers tightened slightly on my cheek. “Why not?” “Because all we feel is lust. A desperate desire to be wanted. It’s not love. It’s an illusion... and I won’t live in illusions anymore.” I pulled away, retreating into myself. I had believed before. In empty words. In half-promises that were never meant to last. I had walked through fire just to be seen—and I had the scars to prove it.

"You always said happiness doesn't need to be displayed. Since you never take photos with me, I figured there was no point in keeping it as my wallpaper." He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. "Love is something you carry in your heart. As long as we know, that's what matters." A cold smile curled my lips. "But if you never say it, how can anyone be sure who you love?" My words seemed to catch him off guard. He tilted his head, watching me closely. "Honey, you're talking strangely today," he said. I laughed softly. "It's nothing. You should get going. Don't you have an important meeting today?"