Love Is Just A Chemical Reaction Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You are relying on a girl a mile away to tell you when to duck. What happens when she closes her eyes, Cassian? What happens when she finally realizes that you are not worth the agony she is feeling?” ​“She will never realize that,” I growled, ducking a horizontal swipe that would have taken my head off. “Because she knows I would do the same for her. That is the one thing your machines can never calculate, Julian. We are not just nodes in a network. We are in love.” ​Julian sneered, his face contorting with a sudden, sharp elitism. “Love is a chemical reaction, a biological imperative to ensure the survival of the species. It is a weakness. It makes you predictable.”

Now it all made sense. I remember seeing Elijah with a naked woman once, but it was all part of his plan to hurt me. "Love is complicated, and in our world, we only understand the bond of mates, not love," I replied sarcastically. "It's all nonsense. The great Moon Goddess has paired us with mates, and everything else is fake," he said, dismissing my feelings. He didn't understand my love. "Have you ever seen Violet, Luna, crying alone because Elijah no longer has interest in her? But I’m sure you ignored your sister’s pain," he added. It stung because it was true.

"Are you love-struck, my friend? Because that sounds an awful lot like love at first sight." ​I slapped his hand away, feeling a flash of genuine irritation. "You know I don't believe in that garbage. Love is just a chemical trick to keep the species alive. I’m not a romantic, Karl. I’m a realist."

“So the intense eye contact last night? The almost fall? The ‘he grabbed your hand before you could fight someone’ moment? All coincidence?” “The picture looked cute though, it's so couple coded” she said I started to laugh “Ain't no way you are shipping Jordan and I” “What? The guy is hot, you are hot, and you both look good together” she said I paused. She clocked it immediately. “Oh my God,” she gasped, leaning forward. “You felt something.” “I did not.” “You hesitated.” “I was thinking.” “You don’t think. You react,” she shot back. In as much as I wanted to disagree, I saw the truth in what she said

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.

Why did love have to be this complicated? ***

That is when she decided to see Ntate Mogoadi. She never realised that the powder Ntate Mogoadi gave her to put in the meat pot was nothing but a spice powder to give a nice taste to the meat. The powder she gave her to spread on the floor before she sweep the floor and the stoop was just a cleaning powder just to remind her to clean the house and her self before and after her husband came home from work. Since that day her marriage was restored. Even her cruel mother in law started to be kind at her since she noticed a bit of change in her, thanks to Ntate Mogoadi.

— Love, you know you're my everything, it's just that I like it a lot! In fact, being from you anything satisfies me! Even if it's just an affection. — Okay, I'll give you a hug! Soon we are together, and delivered, making the nice and naughty caress that he likes so much... End Author: Graciliane Guimaraes

"She loves you doesn't she? And you don't seem to –" "Love?" Adrian asked shocked, completely baffled by his naïveity. "I don't believe in love, or any cosmic spark between two people. Love is just our brain giving us a reason to not use a condom."

‘Nothing can promise love or force it if the elements aren’t there to begin with. ‘Elements?’ he asked with a disbelieving smirk. She pointed to the carved letters. ‘M, X, C and P represent trust, love, passion and joy. Trust,’ she continued, aware of how important her next words could be, ‘and passion are the two elements that make love binding.’ ‘And joy?’ Puzzled by his cautious tone, she carefully said, ‘Joy is the result when you have the other three elements.’