Love Hypothesis Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I went to the next tab and the hope left me alittle bit more. (Neverending love). He was definitely trying to trap me. This made anyone who it was casted on completely in love. If he messed up all he had to do was say a few words and the love would consume me. I wouldn't be able to stay mad at him. Today would've never happened because the moment he touched me I wouldve forgave him instantly. The love would never be able to leave and the only way to beat the love was with alot of hate or a broken bond.

I felt like I caught him off guard for a moment as I continue, "and that's not it even in my nightmare you are calling me sweetheart. " "Sweetheart, it must be a coincidence-" I cut him off. "No, I thought the same but explain to me. How could it be a coincidence when before today I never met you but you are appearing in my dreams and how could you be that same guy who kidnapped me in real life?!" I tried my best to make him understand what I am saying. "If you want to make me your wife then that's at least I should know, No?" He stares at me, silently for a few moments, observing what I said before he spoke. "Would you believe if I say we both were lovers in the past life? and your parents

That's why my hatred was far more worse than it should have. Sia pushed herself down from the couch as she sobbed harder. She did not want to think about it. She did not want to know. Everything was just too messed up. Messed up beyond words. ' I have told you right? I loved you the moment I saw you at the waterfall. I loved you before knowing who you were and what ill-fate we shared. My love was true but I was not used to loving people. I just knew how to hate and dwell in vengeance and that's what I did to you. I wish I was able to tell you how much I really loved you and then hated you because you left me broken. But I wish Sia...That we would be together if there is any world out there o

"Ancient history now. And you, little one? What's your story with Helios?" I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But something about Rohan's empathetic gaze put me at ease. "I love him," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "But he doesn't want to consider me because of his feelings for Valerie. It's... complicated." Rohan's eyes softened. "I understand. Loving someone who doesn't love us back can be crippling." We stood there for a moment, bound by unspoken understanding. "What about your mate?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

I stepped forward, knelt down, and looked him in the eyes. "Edward, would you be willing to form a bond with me? I want to be your mate." At my words, Edward's face lit up with overwhelming emotion. "I—I do! I'm willing!" He answered without a second's pause. Hearing his answer, I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him.

He smiled, walking over to take a seat close to me. “So you really want to do this?” I asked him, feeling skeptical about everything. It must be PTSD. “Yes. For my family, and for myself. Arthur had said a lot about you.” He said, taking a sip from the champagne he poured into his glass earlier. “Okay, for now I’ll do it for Arthur, but if love blooms along the line, I’ll embrace it.” I said and we both clicked our glasses. *****

Carina looked at Castor apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Castor, but I won't be thinking about marriage anymore after my divorce. I will just continue focusing and spending all my time and effort on the orphanage and the kids here. "You're still young. There will be plenty of other young women who like you. You don't have to waste any of your time on a divorcee like me." Carina left after that. However, her words only made Aster feel even more hurt. The pain felt worse than death itself. In the end, the villain who made Carina no longer believe in love or marriage was himself. He was the one who did this to her. He had hurt Carina and made her lose hope in love.

He blocked Monica's number and nervously entered my hospital room. "Honey, are you thirsty?" he asked attentively, peeling an orange for me. However, I had completely given up on him. Hence, his performance of devotion now seemed utterly ridiculous to me. "Who are you putting on this act for?" I asked coldly. His movements froze as he looked at me pleadingly. "I'm sorry, honey. I know what I did was terrible, but I truly realize my mistake now. He begged, "Can you please give me a chance to make it right? I swear I'll treat you well from now on and never again—"

Peter must be keeping Alexis busy with a bedtime story. Musing, she began lining the stones up. What had she seen in his eyes? Did he love her? One by one she recited the old saying. ‘He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.’ On the twenty-fourth stone she stopped. ‘He loves me not!’ *** rley.’ She looked up as Alexis threw her a cherry. He’d been standing there watching her. ‘Catch.’ He smiled that devastating smile at her. ‘He loves you, very much.’ His words were said slowly, and simply because he meant them.

(Kelly laughs) Beautiful morning bestie, hmmm, someone is in a good mood…spill! So you remember the guy I was talking to at the club, uhmm, yeah, well, he phoned this morning and said he will want to see me again, and asked if we could go out tonight and I said okay. Oh! Yeah, so don't wait up, 'cause mama is feeling lucky tonight. Yeeeeepe! You're such a nasty girl Ashley. Well, I hope you have a wonderful time with… with what? His name? Oh crap! I don't recall, well...who cares! (Ashley makes her way out of the room singing) (The next day…)