Love Is A Fallacy Summary Novels & Stories

Because if there was one thing my father had taught me, it was that in this world, love was not a gift. It was a weakness. And I would never be weak again.

In the end, he lowered his guard and said in a cold tone, "Avery, it’s enough!" Seeing that I still remained silent, he stood up in frustration and even let go of Scarlett's hand. "Can you stop being unreasonable? I told you that Scarlett and I are just friends. If you stop watching those short videos about whether a man truly loves you for just one day, your mind won't be filled with all the nonsense in a romantic relationship. It's really annoying." Speaking calmly, I tried to make myself clear. "Last night, I encountered a murderer in the demolition area and almost lost my life. Do you believe me?"

When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I boldly declared, "Chris, no matter what the future holds, even if the sky falls or the world turns upside down, I'll always love you." Back then, I naively believed that my love alone would be enough. I thought that my devotion would eventually touch his heart and make him love me in return. However, I didn't know then that love itself was a consumable resource. If one didn't nurture it and let it grow, it would inevitably dwindle and fade away. No matter how deep the love was, it could never escape this fate. I gave a faint smile. "Well, Chris, I once thought I could warm your heart. But I overestimated myself and underestimated how cold your heart c

"You have no idea how these things work. Welcome to the billionaire hood, baby. I don't know who you are, or why you're living in my house. But that's fine; I get to screw you any time I feel like. But you indeed should understand how arranged marriages work. Fuck the love. Who marries for love anymore? I'd never do that myself. The love could come later, if ever." Elena was doubly shocked about how open and talkative Liam had suddenly become. He was drunk, albeit a good drunk. But the things he said were discouraging, slashing. "Have you ever been in love?" she asked. She expected him to call the end whistle now, and push them out of his room now. But he smiled and walked to a table, undoin

She was my Ex that made me think love was such a cruel thing. Looking back at all those months I dated Lori, it was nothing but pain and sorrow. I loved her with everything I had: my time, energy and resources but I got nothing else in return other than pains and so much pains. I had felt like I would never survive my last encounter with her. Greg was right, Lori treated me light shit, like I was a nobody. The last time I ever got to hear from her was when she broke up with me.

I say honestly. "Hate you? I could never hate you. Tell me what's bothering you Marie." "Well. I don't want to think like this. I really don't. But recently I've been thinking that in reality you only truly fall in love with one person in your entire life and the rest of your lovers are just an illusion of love you have in your mind. You think you love them but you really don't. You care for them and love the idea of them or love them as a person but aren't

For the rest of my life, I will only love you. He lifted a bakery box. "Look, I bought your favorite chocolate cake. Come home with me. I promise I'll spoil you rotten and make you the happiest woman in Ironuton. Trust me. This time, I'll do it right." He extended his hand, his expression dripping with absolute devotion, but I took a step backward, clutching my trophy. "Sir, you are mistaken," I said with a polite, distant smile. "I am not your wife; I'm just a painter who has just taken home the New Rising Talent Award."

Cassian finished his rant, grabbed a glass from the table, and downed it in one go. Every "love at first sight" is just lust. Every "long-term devotion" is just a cost-benefit analysis. There was no such thing as real love.

Does she not see he would never love her the way I do? For the first time since I have known about him, today I feel like asking Ragini to leave Nigel. Love is about accepting the person as he or she is, not changing them. Nigel is in love with what he can make of her, in love with what he can change her into. True love means not having to pretend ever. I wish she understands that. Better sooner than later. Before she loses herself in the process of being in love with him. I wish I could see her tomorrow. The Next Tri

Eason groaned. “He just wants what’s best,” Nyla said. “Yeah, best for him,” Eason scowled. “You’ll learn, Nyla, that the only person my dad cares about is himself. The rest is just an act.” Suddenly Edmond’s coldness took on a new meaning: indifference. Conflicted on whether or not to believe Eason, Nyla stayed silent. “Well, let’s get started.” Ticking them off on his fingers as he spoke, Eason explained, “The basic emotions of human beings are sadness, love, happiness, fear, disgust, and anger.”