How Many Pages Is The Love Hypothesis Novels & Stories

"Where have you been the last couple of days? The summer heat has Amanda changing clothes more frequently than usual. Go get her some new clothes, will you?" Perhaps Jonathan noticed I was sweating, for he headed back into the room and returned with an apple. He shoved it into my hand forcefully as if to compensate me for my troubles. I lowered my gaze to hide the emotions flickering through my eyes. Jonathan and I had been married for three years, yet he couldn't seem to remember how I would break out in hives if I so much as took a bite of an apple. I produced the divorce papers and held them out to him. "Let's get a divorce."

"Sermons? You seem to have our roles reversed, you're the Mr upright and forgiving who always have an unnecessary long lectures on becoming an angel in life." "It's not unnecessary." He protested, "you really need to be forgiving" "Yup! Still in chapter one in the book I sent." She said nodding. "Chapter two but that's not what we're on right now." She smacked him with her purse. "You're still in chapter two? I'm not getting married to a man who can't finish a book of just 100 pages." "Actually a hundred and thirty one pages and you're so violent." He said rubbing on the spot on his arm she'd hit.

’ Then she gave a loud hiccup. ‘This is becoming a habit. Hiccupping, I mean. I think it may be time you went to bed yourself,’ he advised gently. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said carefully, not wanting to make a fool of herself. He stroked her cheek, sending fiery waves of heat through her body. He smelt clean and masculine, his own unique scent which she had come to recognize and love. His grip on her tightened and she melted against him, knowing she was playing with a fire she didn’t have the capacity or desire to resist. His lips came to rest on hers, gentle and yet demanding. It felt just as she had dreamed it; her wants, her needs were all here, melting into the body of the man she loved. She fel

"We've been together for seven years, and you've never even met my family. Every time you said you'd come home with me, something always 'came up'. "Your first love, she just has to whisper one word and you'd ditch me in a heartbeat. If she means that much to you, go ahead and marry her, and don't bother coming back here, ever—" "That's enough," Edward snapped, his voice rising with frustration. "Will you just cut it out? I told you. It's just two months. Can't you hold on just a bit longer? Are you that desperate to tie the knot?" Edward's anger caught me off guard.

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."

"Can we at least try to make this marriage a real one?" --- Hello. You might think this story is in slow progress, truth is, it's not. This book is originally on its 22nd chapter but the wordcounts are so long that it needs to be cut into two to make it affordable. Hope you understand it.

2107 words for my third chapter, hope you love it. Just comment what you think below, feel free. VOTE!

Stephen answered even though she could not hear him. He removed her hands on his face and placed one of them on his waist while the other one idly settled in between them. He pulled her cautiously until her head rested near his shoulders and her front was flushed against his. He took her chin for the last time that night and kissed her lips once more. "And I'll love you until forever, Eunae," he whispered before closing his eyes. Stephen had always been a firm believer of love, but not in forever. He knew what love was and all its forms, but never did he cross the thin line between fantasy and reality.

These were the things that were in her mind at that moment. She was laying in bed that night thinking about all that happened that afternoon. She took out the ring in her finger at looked at it for a long time. She closed her hand tightly holding the ring. She thought about her wedding day. Her thoughts took her to Thabo and the day she was picking up his pocket book. She had read that pocket book and saw all the things Thabo had written about his love for her. That weird feeling she had before came again. She was not sure how to feel about the new flame of love that was starting to burn. She switched off the bedside lamp and close her eyes.

" Chelsea glared down at the box and huffed. I still don't understand, Sophie. I laughed as her lips pouted and her face screwed up. She had pretty lips, they were really thick with a perfect cupid's bow. I opened the box and pulled out a blank pink paper heart. I held it up in the air between me and Chelsea. "This is an empty love." I pointed to the box. Noona gave me a thousand to collect in my life." I put the heart back in the box and took her hand. "A new adventure, Chelsea, To collect a thousand love kisses before I die, from my soulmate." I..... What.... Sophie? I'm confused!" She said, but I could hear the anger in her voice. Chelsea can be pretty angry when she wants to.