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he blurted out. Disgust ripples through my veins as the words sink in. I killed her. He killed the woman he loved? Why? Raphaël chuckled darkly, running his fingers through his hair. "Love sure makes you do crazy things." he mumbled to himself. I bit my lower lip as I stayed silent. "I believed that she was everything for me but she showed me that love, love is just an illusion a feeling that tricks your brain into making you think that you have accomplished something extraordinary in the world."

he replied sincerely. "But I don't love you!" Lauren replied with a heavy heart. Probably, her response will talk him out of the idea of him loving her. "You've been working as my assistant for almost two years now and I know you as much as you know me. You're very bad at telling lies Lauren, I know you love me too." "No, I don't." Lauren shook her head negatively. "Yes, you do! I see it in your beautiful eyes every day. I see how jealous you feel anytime Rita is around me. And when she begins to act romantic and shower me with kisses, you get even more jealous."

He read the caption "YOU DON'T CHOOSE YOUR FAMILY . THEY ARE GODS GIFT TO YOU, AS YOU ARE TO THEM " "come home son , i love you Happy birthday to you my dear " His hand clinch at the side of portrait stood up and bang the portrait in his wall , the pieces of the portrait shattered on floor . "LOVE !! LOVE BULLSHIT WITH YOUR LOVE !!" He shouted before going in for a relax warm shower. He came out from the shower wrapping a towel on his waist ,shaking his head to dry of his hair , showing off his super muscular body with six pack abs. .

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.’

Taunt Genta with a laugh. Sensing Kaylila's weakening, Genta loosens her grip. His hands stroked Kaylila's cheek, leaving Kaylila disgusted and looking away. "I love you so much, baby. I'm not going to let you be with anyone else. You're just mine. I'm the one who deserves to have you. I keep you chaste so that when the time comes, I will take away your chastity. You don't think I'm interested in seizing what you have? Very eager. I don't want to see you owned by anyone. You know that. But, you want to get married? With that guy? I'm not going to stay silent. You want to try? Go ahead." Genta's words make Kaylila fearless. The crying is becoming more and more.

my poem reads thus. ....... A LOVE POEM BY FETTY... I use to think love was an illusion and an overrated feeling of hopelessness I had this notion of how much of a hyped feeling this abstract thing was Infact, I downgraded this magical feeling and made it a foot mat Until I fell.... Falling completely in love with you made me realize every possible assumption of love is a reality And this magical feeling is taking me round the world in an instant You are the abstract fabric that kneads every bit of my heart and make melodious symphonies out of my heartbeat

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.

And no amount of playful teasing or literary verbal sparring could excuse the undeniable portent of those stirrings beginning to echo primal battle hymns and lusty war drums through every thundering pore and firing synapse. A precursor ionization peeling free of long banked layers now, as if sensing external catalytic forces lacing closer with each forbidden slipstream. One fraught question alone remained - how much willpower could I have to ask him to be my fake boyfriend?

"You got The Unseen, you got famous, and suddenly you were gone for months, and I was just.... I was terrified the gap between us would get too big. I love you, and the thought of you walking away and forgetting me—it drove me mad. I ruined everything! I threw away the one thing that mattered!" ​"The house, the kids, the foundation we built—I chose you over the entire world, Charles," I whispered, shaking my head. "I dedicated myself to proving our dreams were safe, that your feelings were safe. I broke my back planning that surprise for your birthday, to show you nothing changed! And you threw it away for a moment in our bed." ​"No, I didn't! I love you!" he insisted, reaching out. "I love

He hated lies and deceit. I dragged my feet on the floor and after a few minutes, I realized I was heading into the forest , I felt like I was walking on thin ice ,between two dangerous alphas. One wrong move, and I would fall to my death. I knew I had to be careful, but I also knew that I couldn't keep this up for much longer. My charade would come crashing to the ground if Fenrir gets to know that I am not some rejected wolf but the daughter of an alpha sent to spy on him.