A Love Hypothesis Novels & Stories

Love was the flow. And it moved. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. Always. The manor breathed love. The garden breathed love. The light breathed love. The love was the movement. And it flowed. The rhythm. The spaciousness. The completeness. The all. Always. And ever. And on. The in. The out. The eternal. Forever. The cursed wolf breathed love. The light breathed love. Love was the movement. The universe breathed love. Because it flowed.

"And I offer love without burden. No expectations. No demands. Just... acceptance of whatever you choose to be or not be." "That is impossible," Entropy said. "All love demands something." "Does it? I love you now as you dissolve. I will love your memory if you cease. I will love your decision to exist if you stay. I love without condition because condition defeats love's purpose." The dissolution slowed. Not stopped, but hesitating. "You are lying," another dissolving consciousness accused. "No being can love without wanting something in return."

Love is the ground. *The governance philosophy does not produce love. The governance philosophy removes what prevents wolves from feeling what was always there. What was always there is love. The territory holds us in it. We only make the holding better.* *This is the last entry. Not because there is nothing more to understand. Because this was the thing the notebook was always working toward, and the working toward is complete.*

Don’t judge — I have a theory. Because the feelings of love and hate are so closely related, a person’s hypothalamus gets confused and wrongfully floods the body with dopamine, a neurotransmitter that produces feelings of euphoria and pleasure. It’s why hate can feel so thrilling and, at times, even addictive, and why you can’t stop thinking about the hated person. The problem is that it also triggers the release of estrogen, which increases your libido. And voila … you want to seriously jump the bones of the person you hate. It’s biology. I realize Kiara is staring at me, tapping her foot impatiently, waiting for a response.

I sit with her until the awkwardness that came through the window, through the thin cracks between the louvres, picks its luggage up and leaves, by the exact same window. * Love is God-made cocaine, with no side effects—Amanda

says with a sigh. Ash snorts. "We didn't see each other for the last week I was in New York, and you're in still love with me now. Clearly you can't fix it on your own." Adom glares at him. "I'm not letting you hypnotise me into falling out of love with you, you crazy cat." His feelings for Ash may be hopeless, but he'd rather have them than not. "That's not how hypnosis wor-" Ash sighs. "Never mind, that's not the point."

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

said Liza "If you are so unhappy with him, why not break up with him?" said Precious "Yes, because I love him. I also don't understand why human feelings can be so complicated. I hate him but also love him. It seems like I can't even live without it. " Said Liza

But now I won't complain using it because, as he said he will be next to me while I lie down there. Love feels like a kind of hypnotization; addictive and blissful. My heartbeat rises every time we are alone and the anticipation makes my blood boil with desire. He is a dream come true man for my life. He could bring the best out of me and he is capable to bring the worst too. But I know his love will always remain the same and it will always keep me on my toes.

I took a screenshot of that moment from that beloved on my mobile. My enemy is sleeping with the last love of my life. I still remember when I first saw Ahana, my enemy, at that time I felt something for her but after knowing her truth I hated her. Well, I also remember that moment when I took Aarzoo in my arms for the first time, the Last love of my life.