Love Hypthesis Novels & Stories

Aphrodite knew that Athena had never gone on a date with a boy before heading to Clemson, and although she couldn't swear that she didn't have dates while there, Aphrodite doubted it. Hypothesis: "A supposition or proposed explanation made on the basis of limited evidence as a starting point for further investigation." If Devon Justice had been truthful, and his mother's supporting statements accurate, Aphrodite's hypothesis about his relationship with her sister had been terribly faulty. But that left her with the possibility that the sister who had always been so loving, kind, and moral was the one who had become the monster that betrayed Devon. Could Aphrodite accept that possibility as t

"Exactly. I'm annoyed with my mother for wanting me to move on. She loved Ang, too. My whole family did. How can they want me to replace her now? What kind of man would I be if stopped loving her because she's dead?" "And yet . . ." The priest shifted in his chair. "We tend to speak of love as though it is static, when those of us who know it best realize that love is a little bit like water in a fast-moving stream-constantly changing and carving out new banks. I bet you'd agree that your feelings for Angela when you first met as high school freshmen were completely different than your love for her by the time you got married. And then again by the time she died. Love must continue to find n

Anonna's eyes widened, her excitement palpable. Layana's hand came up next. "Liquid copper is the main ingredient for a venussium, isn't it?" Elma nodded. Layana continued, "but one day, when I and my caste witches were snooping around we came across an ancient potions book. The instructions for the love potion said to melt in four millimeters of copper, which we did. And by then we thought it a good idea to give the potion to a man Faina fancied but I'm afraid it turned out all wrong, he became too obsessed." Layana ended.

From the very first time I met her in the kitchen two years back, she made me feel hard just by looking at her. Many says this is not love, but this what I have. I am loving her the way I want to. Her humbleness, her selflessness makes me fall in love with her again and again and every time harder from before. Call it an obsession or whatever, I'll name it love. My love. Ha, mere ander hawas hai. After all she is my fucking wife. (yes I lust for her)

His Love. My sil He still remembered the tiniest detail about her. Her golden red lock, her shiny green eyes that even the sea would envy. He found himself most times lost in them. Those plump lush curves that he always love to run his hands over. Her porcelain skin, so soft. Her cheerful giggles that never fails to put him in high spirits.

“You knew and still you fell in love with him?” “I’m seventeen. Sue me.” “Is it legally possible for your parents or teachers to file a legal case against you for that?” “What? No! That was just an expression.” “I see. It is interesting how the act of falling in love defies logic.” “Well, you ain’t seen nothing yet, Mr. Logic. Do you even know the definition of love?” “Yes, it is the process wherein neurochemicals such as dopamine and oxytocin produce increased heart rate, loss of appetite and sleep.”

“My darling, I didn’t know.” His voice was low and filled once again with love “I tend to think the worst due to my past.” Matthew sits up put his arms around me pulling me to his lap. “I didn’t know if he would answer and you didn’t let me explain. I’m telling you now, I won’t put up with being treated as if you don’t trust me. I’m sure we’ll have arguments like everyone else. I’ll match your toe to toe.. but I must have trust.” Matthew pulled me close and kissed me. It was a good but short kiss. Then he simply held me. Words don’t speak as loud as actions. I know his love his true.

I watched her for I don't know how long, minutes or maybe longer. My heart was pounding so hard I was scared it might wake her up. The words were right there again, sitting on my tongue. I love you. Just three words and that was all. Three words that should have been easy. But every time I opened my mouth, something closed in my throat. I could feel the familiar fear of letting someone in creep in again. I always believed loving someone meant giving them the power to destroy you, at least that was what I learnt from my parents relationship.

The current me was undesirable for any man, and my heart ached terribly. Still, I could not understand why Reynold kept me around even though he did not love me. He could have just told me, and we would have divorced. Yet, not only did he take away my ability to have children, but he even cheated and betrayed me, In the end, I didn't visit the doctor. Instead, I went home alone. The mansion was the home Reynold and I purchased when we got married, back when his career was just starting to take off. I could still remember us lying in bed, talking about the future. We had dreamed of having two kids—a boy and a girl—a perfect family of four.

“Yes you will. Michael, if it was another man and not Craig that kept Sasha company during that time, believe me, you will still hate him just as you hate Craig. You see, the problem with you Michael is that you think Sasha didn’t love you as much as you love her. If I understand correctly, she is the only woman you have been with correct? And that is because you don’t think that any other woman can amount to her, correct?” “Yes,” he licked his lips. “And in her own part, she had dated other men, and that fact alone makes you believe you love her more than she can ever love you, correct?” Michael heaved a sigh and closed his eyes. After a while, he nodded, “yes.” “That is not true, Michael.