Novel & Cerita Tình Yêu Ảo Ảnh

If I ignored her only post on Facebook, I might really believe she was totally innocent. ‘I've found the man I want to spend my life with. I hope you have too.’ It was a chat screenshot. The person she chatted with had a familiar blue wave avatar. He: [Do you refuse to come home because of me?] She: [He loved me a lot.] He: [Then what am I in your heart?} It was the day before New Year's Eve four years ago. Reading that, I suddenly laughed. It turned out that I was just a tool he used to force Scarlett to come back from the very beginning.

said Amra annoyed . Aron got up from his bed then started to get dressed . Amra kept staring at him with an annoyed expression . " The way you are staring at me is bothersome . You better say what you want to say out loud . " said Aron . " I really hope that there is actually someone out there who can make you understand what love is . Then you will stop sleeping with all these girls like this . " said Amra . " Love ? You gotta be kidding me ! There's no such thing as love. Love is nothing more than mere sex ! " said Aron with a smirk while he dressed up .

Afterall, her family never showed her love and her ex husband whom she had loved since she was young broke up with her and even killed her baby, "I also think that love is just a mirage, it doesn't really exist." Ben took his gaze away from the television and set it on her, "Is that so?" "Yes. I think people only deceive themselves to think that love exist but I think it's just a word that exists in the dictionary, it doesn'tt exist in the heart of humans," she said.

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.

He reminded me, like he suggested, of all the things I forgot about myself since Lance dumped me. For Jian, lust means imprint, not love, I remind myself. But he’s wrong. Maybe that's how I can pay him back. I can show him that lust is lust and when he does imprint, he'll know I'm right. He'll know that imprinting is love at first sight, a binding love, and there is no choice in it. I know I am right, but doing this means I must gamble that my definition is the right one.

Aiden The room was cast in shadows, the dim light filtering through the curtains giving the space an ethereal quality. I lay there, tangled in the sheets, still lost in the remnants of a dream that felt too real. Her words echoed in my mind, haunting me with their sweetness. "I love you," she had said. Her hazel eyes bore into mine, a depth of emotion that left me breathless. Her light brown hair spilled over the pillow, framing her delicate features. Her lips, red and puffy, begged for a connection, a taste of something more profound. I was buried deep inside her, our bodies entwined in a dance of passion. In that moment, it felt like the universe had conspired to bring us together.

Eamonn's eyes burned with fury as his hand landed across Cynthia's face. Though petite and seemingly fragile, Cynthia was proud and strong at her core. It was blind love that had made her lose herself, turning her into someone unrecognizable. She had cherished that rare love so carefully, only to realize that it had never truly existed. Love—it was a poison, and she had been careless enough to be consumed by it. Love was also a demon, cloaked in illusions, tricking her into greed and self-deception. This life of suffering—Eamonn's slap awakened the real Cynthia.

The virtual avatar on the screen was still there. "Can love be pawned?" I asked, my voice filled with doubt. "Pawn your love, and receive what you need," the virtual avatar quickly replied. "Here, you can trade in your heavy, painful, or unresolvable love for everything you need, including beauty, health, and success." "But love should be mutual," I hesitated before continuing, "My love... it may already be gone." The virtual avatar responded, "Don’t worry, miss. This pawnshop accepts one-sided love too."

" Her sharp words were cutting, and her gaze was full of disdain. I clenched my fists on both sides as I struggled to suppress the anger rising within me. "Cassandra, don't go too far! This is my wedding!" She laughed scornfully. "So what if I do? What can you do about it? Your wedding? Don't make me laugh. Everyone knows this is just a fake wedding! Is your fake marriage certificate not enough to make you realize that Sebastian doesn't love you?

"Maverick, are your ears broken, or are your comprehension skills just that bad? Let me tell you one more time—I don't love you anymore. I will never marry you. I can't wait to get as far away from you as possible." He stubbornly insisted, "Lia, you're just saying this out of anger. You loved me so much before. How could you just stop loving me?" "Maverick, my love for you faded a long time ago. Ever since Emma came back, you've ignored me over and over again. Believe it or not, I truly don't love you anymore."