A Love Hypothesis Novels & Stories

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

"Love is not messed up. It is just what you think about it that is messed up. Your mind like every other human mind is a processor. The difference between your mind and some people's minds is quality. Your mind is top quality, Ifenna! I also like to think that way out of fun mostly. The thing is, there still would be too many unknown possibilities to get to some meaningful results." "I couldn't agree more," Ifenna smiled. "Take for example, you are stranded in an island right now and you are all alone with someone like me who is the around your age. Say, you and I have no contact with the outside world. If a year pass, you may still try to stay faithful to your husband because you are marrie

Susana instructed. “Mum, I desire with all my heart to love Charles by way of marriage. It would not be a fake relationship. Ours is a love affair that can be expressed as agape love; love that comes in the light of true love. This is because where there is no love, there is no unity. I have affirmed that Charles cannot create despair to me nor would he be able to abandon the pure love which binds us together and do unpleasant things that would contradict our vows.”

From the very first time I met her in the kitchen two years back, she made me feel hard just by looking at her. Many says this is not love, but this what I have. I am loving her the way I want to. Her humbleness, her selflessness makes me fall in love with her again and again and every time harder from before. Call it an obsession or whatever, I'll name it love. My love. Ha, mere ander hawas hai. After all she is my fucking wife. (yes I lust for her)

And never told us. Day seven hundred. The entry is short. Painful. Raw. "Kai said he loved me today. For the seven hundredth time. First time for him. Seven hundredth time for me. And I wonder: does love count if only one person remembers it? Is repeated first-love real love? Or just an illusion I'm creating for myself? I don't know. But I choose to believe it's real. Because if it's not, then what am I doing this for? What's the point of two thousand days of suffering if the love isn't real? So it's real. It has to be. Day seven hundred of real love. Even if I'm the only one who remembers days one through six hundred ninety-nine."

"The person I love." Dr. Sullivan raised his brows. "Not the fake person you loved because of the hypnosis, but the real person you love?" "Yes." Julien nodded. Dr. Sullivan stroked his chin and pondered for a moment. "Maybe it's a miracle. Although hypnosis is mystical, it's not a divine technique. Sometimes, the power of love is more powerful than one can imagine. Maybe when you came in contact with Ms. Sydney, your love for her made you subconsciously step out of the spiritual suggestion, so your heart naturally stopped hurting."

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.

“I will love to take you to your mom! It’s good you see her , I know you won’t want to stay with her but just seeing her will be ok. But you can give her a visit anytime if that will be ok by you! His dad suggested!” “Father can you just stop talking about that woman? She’s not my mother and she will never be! She’s not even a human, I hate her not even in her coffin would I give him the last respect any corps deserves! She’s evil father!” Kai is saying this at the top of his voice, from the way he talks, you his father can see anger, hatred and a lot of regret in his voice. There’s no way his dad can force him to rap what he dose not want to! Tomorrow is school and he is afraid Kai may not

Their love story was one for the ages, a testament to the power of connection and creativity. As they hugged, Akira whispered, "I'll paint our love story forever." Taro smiled, knowing their love would be a masterpiece. *The Wedding* Their wedding was a beautiful blend of traditional and modern elements. Akira's art studio was transformed into a stunning venue, filled with flowers, candles, and her vibrant paintings. Taro's colleagues and Akira's friends gathered to celebrate their love. As Akira walked down the aisle, Taro's eyes sparkled with happiness. They exchanged vows, promising to love and support each other through life's joys and challenges.

"I.. I once had a man I loved and cherished so much. I could do anything just to keep the love we shared." "Okay?" "He was sick and needed money for a kidney transplant. Because of how much I loved him, I emptied my account just so I could gather up the money needed for the transplant. I took a loan from my boss to complete the money, only for me to discover that he wasn't sick and he needed the money to cater for his wife and son he hid in another state." "My God, how did you get to know?" "All thanks to Mr. Ethan, he said he knew that Vincent didn't love me but was only using me to get money."