Love Is A Second Hand Emotion Novels & Stories

"The singular asset his line will ever love is his administrative rank. If your primitive brain maintained a shred of data regarding his profile, your system would decode that reality, you... you... parasitic scum." "Parasitic scum?" Jaxen sneers, his upper lip curling. "Spectacular vocabulary execution, Seraphine." Syllables might manifest as difficult to access inside her highly intoxicated processing centers, but her vocalization maintains absolute accuracy regarding my character blueprint. Love does not occupy a single slot in my cards. My internal wolf rejects the emotion. My eyes have monitored the absolute structural destruction the bond inflicts across the lines. More critically, my

He scoffed, turning away. "Love is a distraction. I'm at a crossroad where love is only seen as a useless, weak and ridiculous emotion. Vampires see love as a virus that infects the host's senses and weaken the mind. So no. I'm not in love with you. I like you, I like how you fit so perfectly with me, I like it when you smile and more importantly, I love how good your blood feels." She rolled her eyes, "I hear ya. And no, we definitely do not fit. Not down there,"

“Don’t you know how hard I tried to stop myself from falling for you? I tried so hard but I couldn’t help but fall. You’re such a strong magnet that you even managed to attract the same pole.” He kissed her forehead. “I don’t like this as well, Janine Kwon.” He told her. “I don’t deserve to be the second choice because nobody ever does. But what can I do when the only best place I could ever achieve from the person I like is second place?” He asked making Janine gulp at how deep his speech is starting to go. “I’d rather be your second than be anyone’s first.” He finished and planted a soft kiss on her lips. “Just don’t push me away, please.” He pleaded.

"That sounds more like obsession than love. Do you even love her?" Alex stopped walking and looked at her. "Love? What is love?" She stopped and looked at him too. "I see, you don't even know the meaning of love." she clicked her teeth and continued walking so did he. "Love is a feeling. An emotion. A sweet emotion you have towards someone. It means taking this person as your second half. Ready to do anything for this person. You are always happy whenever you are with this person. Doing anything for this person. Infact, there are lot of good feelings that comes with love." she said and frowned.

“She didn’t freeze. She didn’t shove her off. She… let it happen.” Rownan shifted, sitting beside me now instead of in front of me. “Okay,” he said gently. “But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you.” “She said she still loves her.” There it was. Out loud. Ugly. Heavy. He winced slightly. “Okay. That part is… less ideal.” I gave him a look. He tried to smile. “Look, emotions are complicated. Love isn’t a light switch. It’s more like… WiFi. Sometimes it connects to two networks.”

She burst into tears, "Mom... you've never loved someone. So, you don't understand! "I love Zach! I want to love him wholeheartedly, even if it's just for him to glance at me once. I know he doesn't like me, but I just can't stop loving him. "I can't control this feeling." Frida thought, 'I've never loved someone? How could I not? It's just that the person I loved back then had never given me anything other than disappointment. Even after Sylvia died, he decided to die with her.' Frida felt suffocated and experienced pain in her chest. She quietly suppressed this emotion.

, He says worriedly looking into her eyes. Hearing his words, she becomes very emotional and she starts to regret her mistake even more as to why she doubted him. "I love you", She says with moist eyes and rests her head on his chest. "I love you too, my sweetheart", He replies with great love while kissing her hair and embracing her using only his one arm. As the love grows between them, so much hatred and anger are growing in Aisha seeing all this. "It seems that my luck is running out at this point of time, instead of taking her out of his life forever, they both came closer again. Now I have to do something else", Saying this she leaves from there and goes to someone and that someone is

And, finally, I am done with it. " Only this much ?" he grinned. " Is this only this much for you? You know what people remember till their last breath ?" I asked him. " Love," he replied. I shook my forefingers in the air," No, it's not. Feelings. It's feelings that hold you with it for a long time. Like when you feel something, those feelings may be indescribable because in your heart the words are always short for their descriptions. You will have them here ( pressing hands against the heart) or here ( on mind). I wanna gift her this," I explained.

Uncle Sam said as he also threw his hands up in the air. “Why are you all worked up by the way? You don’t even like her” Uncle Sam said as Lashe turned to him getting angrier. “Who said I didn’t like her? Uncle Sam, I love her! I freaking love her!” Lashe yelled and Uncle Sam froze. “How did you know how I was feeling by the way? How were you able to gage my feelings for her?” Lashe asked his eyes wide. “Lashe, listen to me. Love is a complex emotion; you think you love her because she’s one of the few female fans who had gotten this close to you. you don’t love her” Uncle Sam replied and Lashe stared at him with his mouth hung open before he chuckled.

It was a long speech, but the message was simple: smile through the pain. I knew that emotions had a profound impact on people's lives. Those who let negative emotions control them often made reckless decisions, while those who learned to manage their emotions tended to fare better. My parents were living proof of this, and I felt grateful to have them as role models. "Honey, are you okay?" My father's voice snapped me out of my reverie, and I shook my head, chuckling. I had been staring into space, lost in thought, and hadn't even noticed the time. Glancing at the clock, I gasped—it was already 7:25!