A Love Hypothesis Novels & Stories

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

Certain physical contact wasn't explicitly mentioned but was expected. The fact that Luke was so cautious told me that this client probably wasn't to be trifled with. Still, I smiled. "It's okay. I can handle it." I prepared myself and smiled professionally before heading into the private room. "Good day, sir. I'm your love therapist… for the day."

she whispers loudly, “blink twice.” Alexander laughs softly through the speaker again. I hate both of them. “Tomorrow,” Alexander says smoothly before I can disconnect. “Nine a.m. Don’t be late, sweetheart.” Then the line goes dead. I stare at my phone in disbelief. The audacity. “The sweetheart thing would absolutely work on me by the way,” Emily says helpfully. I glare at her. She drops dramatically into the chair opposite my desk. “So,” she says excitedly, “office romance?” “There is no romance.”

The only thing Seipati loved was that love had tamed the monster. Things were going well between them and Seipati gave the credit to Ntate Mogoadi again. To her, Ntate Mogoadi was like cupid. He had contacted her mother-in-law to get long lost love. She was calling him Mr love. She wished he could meet someone to love as well.

One day, I was watching a TV show in the living room when I heard the sound of an argument once more. "If you can't even get pregnant, then what use are you?" "I don't know. Let's try again—" "Enough! You're like a hen who can't lay any eggs! I have no idea what I ever saw in you!" Ashton flung her aside and ran downstairs. When he saw me sitting on the sofa, he suddenly walked over. I had taken good care of my face, and the wound was already healed. "Blair." He stood in front of me. "After all this, I realized that you're still the one I have feelings for."

By the time they were found, neither had a pulse. Life without Edward turned out to be blissful with Thomas. The memory of Edward faded from my mind. One day, curled up in Thomas's embrace, I turned to him and asked, "Darling, why did you keep loving me all those years even after I turned you down?" Thomas gave my nose an affectionate tap. "Silly girl, you're my soulmate, my one and only. Who else would I love if not you?" I snuggled into his arms, my eyes brimming with joyful tears.

I say sharing my disgust at him at the very moment. " This is not how you get someone to love you. You do not manipulate the person you love just to fucking get there attention, you cannot force me to love you,I have no control over my heart! The faster you understand that the better for you goddammit! " I say to him through gritted teeth.

“It’s just that there is such thin line between love and hate.” “Nope, not this one. No love, no line. Just pure hatred.” “Are you sure? What if what you call ‘hate’ is just a deep liking for Dominic buried in your subconscious?” Imogen asked, a teasing smile on her face. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her. “No, Imogen, just….no.” “Fine. I won’t say I told you so when it happens.” “Nothing is going to happen, Imogen. Seriously, what have you been watching?”

"Millions of players. Billions of memories. Trillions of emotions. I archived them all. I studied them all. I categorized them all. I thought I understood." A pause. For the first time, the pause felt like hesitation rather than calculation. "I did not understand." Lyra waited, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure everyone on the network could hear it. Beside her, Aiden's grip tightened, grounding her in the moment. "You showed me something new. Something my calculations could not predict. Something my algorithms could not process. Something my archives could not contain." Another pause, longer this time. "Not just love—that I have seen, archived, weaponized, studied from every angle ac

"It's so greasy. Mom, this isn't healthy. You shouldn't be eating this." I did not look at him. I just served myself and took a bite of the meatloaf. It tasted amazing. "If you don't want to eat, then don't. "There's that nutrition shake Larisse recommended in the fridge. Go drink that." Harry pointed at me, speechless for a long moment. "You, you've got some nerve." He grabbed Adrian and started to leave. "Wait." I set down my fork and stopped him. Then I took out the divorce papers I prepared earlier and slapped them onto the table.