Love As A Construct Novels & Stories

Love is a set of emotions and behaviors characterized by intimacy, passion, and commitment. It involves care, closeness, protectiveness, attraction, affection, and trust. Love can vary in intensity and can change over time. It is associated with a range of positive emotions, including happiness, excitement, life satisfaction, and euphoria, but it can also result in negative emotions such as jealousy and stress.

Whereas Ray just stared deep into Justin's eyes getting like he was drowning in them, the giant smile on the elder's lips guiding his heart to its rightful owner. "Everytime you say that you love me I feel like I'm walJustin across the sky. You taught me the meaning of selflessness, of unconditional love that's beyond anyone's understanding and now the turn is mine so I vow to fight for our love, to protect you with my life, to give you the forever that you deserve and finally..." ," I promise to love you with undying passion both day and night." . "Now, you may Kiss your bride" The priest muttered a small sorry and corrected himself saying, husband.

‘Nothing can promise love or force it if the elements aren’t there to begin with. ‘Elements?’ he asked with a disbelieving smirk. She pointed to the carved letters. ‘M, X, C and P represent trust, love, passion and joy. Trust,’ she continued, aware of how important her next words could be, ‘and passion are the two elements that make love binding.’ ‘And joy?’ Puzzled by his cautious tone, she carefully said, ‘Joy is the result when you have the other three elements.’

It was raw, unpolished, and filled with all the emotions he couldn’t say out loud. Lara froze for a heartbeat, caught off guard by the intensity of it, but then she melted into him, her hands instinctively rising to his chest. She could feel his heart pounding beneath her palms, matching the rapid beat of her own. The kiss wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t need to be. It spoke of everything Hades couldn’t put into words—his fear, his pain, his desperate hope for something good amidst the chaos of his life. When they finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “I… I don’t know how to do this,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

His parents probably had a lot of questions to ask. "Do you love my son, Maria?" His voice came slicing through the air and also Maria's heart. Love? Love in her books could as well be called 'pen' or 'grass' cause it held no weight. Maria was convinced she didn't know what that word meant, she had yet to experience it, platonic or romantic. Love was another of those unhealthy addictions seldom talked about, love was weakness, a drawback, and the very first step in a streak of horrible mistakes. As a matter of fact, she was convinced she had never loved anyone—wholly or not, or maybe she had but is yet to recognize it for what it is.

Now think if the two are really lovers, it's well-matched! But anyway, Uri guessed he had a dozen followers, maybe lining up all over Los Angeles. Uri was a man but also admitted that Alex was indeed very attractive, not to mention his family or talent, only by appearance also enough for others to hug him day and night. Uri stared blankly at his large, sturdy back, a strange feeling suddenly rose in his chest. He didn't know how to describe this feeling... it was a feeling of security, sobbing, longing to possess something... or it could be... stir.

He waits for me to find the words, "I don't know if Hendrick and I actually love one another. Or whether it's just the bond between us. He expects so much and-no. I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk about him to you." He rubs my shoulder comfortingly, "I understand. But if I can say something-the bond and the Nexus between two mates doesn't create love. It creates a draw between the two. The love has to be cultivated." I'm tempted to tell him about the theory I have that the Goddesses are driving us apart, but I can't. I have no valid reason to think that-it's simply a hunch. The only thing that makes it more realistic is that Cynbel has supported the idea.

“I can’t believe I spent six years with you! I thought you knew we were never taking this forward! It was never about marriage you fool, I was only using you for your notes because you’re the top student!” W..what? I stopped in my tracks, my heart dropped. “You don’t mean that Aria tell me.. tell me you don’t mean that” “I’m sorry I really needed to boost my grade and you were hard to approach so I had to do it the long way… don’t worry I won’t lie the sex was good.” Am I hearing wrong, the love of my life just told me I mean nothing to her except her golden ticket to success. What is home, I ask myself? Is it not a person, a heartbeat, a sweet- no a terrible, disgusting person named Aria?

Mr. Decha Tongchai has two children, whom he adores so much. His children were the only treasure left by his wife who passed away due to illness. One has been following his steps in the business world and already have a family while the other one was a rebel who cut ties with them to follow his heart and passion through music like his late mother, where he met his wife and have a family.

“Okay, then explain it to me again, because from what I remember you telling me about it, it’s just about how like love is like a sticky note.” “Close,” I begin explaining, “he said that love can be written on crumpled stationery, written on sticky notes wedged between the pages of a book or stuck on a fridge door, or baked into the edges of a chiffon cake. The point is that love takes different forms but the common thing about is that people like talking about it. Kind of like how we always end up interacting with it in some way, and we are all obsessed with it on some sort of level.”