Love As A Construct Novels & Stories

He almost wished that he hadn’t found out about this. Blake could still remember the first time when he had made love to Ella. She had been shy, self conscious and scared but cooperative. With time, they had gotten into the rhythm of pleasuring each other, and Blake had felt himself falling in love with her. He began to look forward to spending evenings with her and Jason and he always made sure that he came home early. He had also longed for her sweet glances and gentle touch, and he had caught himself thinking of her at random times of the day. She was a passionate lover and he loved how generous she was with her body. Blake silently slipped out of the penthouse and went to the office. He

He waved my apology away. “Our problems started before you came back into the scene. For months I felt her drifting away from me. I didn’t think it was something to worry about. Thought it was one of those kinks couples go through that makes them stronger. Guess having an invalid in a wheelchair was too much for her to handle.” Even though his words were uttered emotionlessly, I knew he was hurting. Even though it pains me to admit it he truly did love the model, and her betrayal must cut deep.

Aiden's POV I finished my breakfast and waited for that sexy beast in my study room. "Sexy beast..." I smirked. Yes..... She is sexy with her firm perfect sized breast and her curvy body. she is too hot with her perfect shape and bewitching face . she makes me hard every time I see her. I am not in love with that asshole but she sexually attracted me and that's the reason i always hurt her to have a distance with her. cring cring...cring cring.....

Love. A word that means different things to different beings. Sometimes taken as a feeling while other times as a promise. Something that is expected in all kinds of relationships. The absence of which doesn't spare the end of any bond. A powerful tool that conquers and moulds hearts so much so that it influences its own beat. A mood that either makes you fly of happiness or cringe in pain confusing even the most intelligent organ of the body.

Though there is no white that is not black and there is no black without white. We are too busy to follow the stigma, forget ourselves, wear masks to be accepted and deny all our feelings and in the end we forget ourselves and be shackled in pseudo happiness. Even though we will be happy if we can be ourselves and accept who we are. Love is very mysterious and difficult to understand. It came and went arbitrarily without our permission. Love turns us into dolls that are controlled arbitrarily. We cry and laugh because of it and sometimes we change into others just because of love.

He thought about love — what he had understood it to be before the clause year and before the years since, and what he understood it to be now. "I understood love, before, as a state," he said. "As a quality of feeling — present or not present, in sufficient quantity or not. I believed that the presence of the state was what mattered. That if the feeling was there, the love was there, and the love would produce what was needed from it without much additional contribution from me." He paused. "I was wrong about this." "How were you wrong?" Don said.

Sienna Carter has three rules: keep her grades high, avoid drama, and never—ever date an athlete. But when a cheating ex shatters her pride, a transfer to Northgate University throws her straight into the path of Scott McCall, Alpha, quarterback, and campus golden boy. From the first clash, it’s war: football team versus cheer squad, Alpha versus Alpha. Then a scandal threatens Scott’s career, and his only way out is a fake relationship with the one girl immune to his charm. What starts as a game of pretend turns dangerously real. Rivalry becomes chemistry, banter becomes fire, and with sabotage lurking in the shadows, Sienna and Scott must decide if their fake bond is strong enough to sur

He let her build the structure. "I used to think love was a blueprint," Aurora said. "I thought if I drew the lines straight enough, if I calculated the load correctly, nothing would ever collapse. I thought I could engineer a happy ending." She shook her head, a small, sad smile touching her lips. "But you can't blueprint a fire, Liam. You can't engineer a flood. You can't design for the moment when the ground opens up underneath you." She squeezed his hands. "You taught me that love isn't the building," she whispered. "Love is what happens when the building falls down."

The structure of what she was describing was recognizable to anyone in the room who had either built it or lived inside it, and the people in this room were perceptive enough to know which category they occupied. When the moderator invited audience questions, several hands rose immediately. One attendee asked about love in the context of professional collaboration. The room's atmosphere shifted very slightly, as rooms do when a question opens a door that everyone present knew was there. Lana paused before answering. "Love can be misunderstood when it becomes entangled with influence," she said. "Affection does not justify control. Admiration does not create dependency. Those things arrive th

“Did you marry because of the ultimatum I gave you? Or… is it real love?” There was silence. Cara’s breath caught in her throat. Finally, Damien’s voice came, quieter than usual. “It’s love. I didn’t plan it but it happened.” Cara shut her eyes, her chest tightening. The way he had hesitated just for a beat was enough for her to know he was lying. But he said it so smoothly it almost sounded real. His grandfather gave a weak laugh of relief. “Good. That makes me so proud. I can rest easier knowing you’re happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”