Love On The Brain Novels & Stories

Alice suddenly asked, "I heard that he's married dont you worry about his wife?" Hazel smirked, "His wife can confess her love I think i should do that for her" "What's the difference if you say you LIKE him or LOVE him. Why are you fussing over just a word?" 'Here you are sweetheart… your stupid man feels there is difference!' Hazel thought Hazel smiled sweetly and said, "Men have a different brain function and they think LIKE is not LOVE. If you say you LIKE him he will be happy but will feel touched and completely moved when the girl he loves uses the words I.LOVE.YOU for him."

Feeling bored, I started scrolling through my phone when a new text popped up. "You really believe Chris married you out of love? Stop fooling yourself. He only did it to keep his family off his back. Leave him now unless you want me to teach you a lesson." It wasn't hard to guess who sent it. Honestly, I couldn't care less about why Christopher married me. I typed back quickly. "Well, here's hoping you two cheating scumbags stick together forever." Then, I took a screenshot and sent it to Christopher. "So this is your 'unattainable love,' huh? She's just so gentle and sweet. Don't even start accusing me of being the mean one."

"He's been conditioned to be obsessed with you since he was a kid! It was brainwashing, pure and simple! And everyone in your disgusting circle enabled it. They called you two soulmates—it was like he had no other choice! "But when he's with me… He regains his choices. He smiles at me. He relaxes. He doesn't have to perform!" She lowered her voice all of a sudden. Her eyes were mired with hate. "If only you'd never existed." Bella was just about to respond when she felt a breeze behind her. A handkerchief came out of nowhere and covered her mouth and nose. She struggled and tried to scream, but all she managed to do was give a muffled cry.

"That was necessary for longitudinal study! I needed to measure how your conditioning held up under various scenarios! The Enriquez girl was a perfect test subject because…" I pulled out the gun I'd taken from a dead mercenary. My hand was shaking, but my eyes were calm. Dead, but calm. "Tell me one thing," I said. "Did you ever love us? Me and Garrett? Were we ever your sons, or just experiments?" Mom looked at me with complete clinical detachment, showing no warmth, no recognition of the destruction she’d caused "Love is a chemical reaction in the brain, Alvin. Oxytocin, dopamine, serotonin. It's not real. What's real is data, results and progress. And you two produced excellent data."

“Admit it, Gio.” “I don’t know,” he shook his head and said honestly. “I don’t even know what love is and I don’t think someone like me is capable of falling in love. All that emotions- no, not for me. I can’t.” “Aren’t you tired of lying to yourself, Giovanni?” August let out a light groan. “And stop being so calculative. Love isn’t a thing of the brain. It’s a thing of the heart. You can’t calculate your way into love or out of it. Your heart does all the thinking. Not your brain.”

Aadesh said heavily "Aadesh, dil ke pass dimag nahi hota, aur jo dimaag se ho, wo pyaar nahi hota. Logic doesn't comes in love Aadesh. Follow your heart" she said ruffling his hair fondly (Heart doesn't have a brain of its own. And what you think with brain can never be love)

With all my love, O.J❤️❤️💡

Safe and warm and basking in the promise of their future when the words she’d never thought to hear came gruff against the tumble of her brown curls. “You’re my life. I love you.” Melora pushed back from his embrace, panicked that she’d heard wrong, or suddenly started hallucinating. Chance took a step back, letting her see him. The honesty of his words etched across the features of his beautiful face. Her heart tripped in her chest, and the room around her tilted and dimmed at the edges. She reached out grasping at air… finding Chance’s hand there to support her. “You love me? Is this for real?” Melora said but she barely had the breath to talk.

"Emily...darling, don't use your brain too much." °^°^°^° Elie Shooting my eyes open, I scan my surroundings and glad that those guys aren't here but just a doctor and nurse who was whispering about something. I should give myself an Oscar for the act I pulled back there, trying that I am unwell and fell into him. I got no choice, I needed some time I can't marry the person who has tortured me in my nightmares and forcing me to marry him in reality. But, I am sure, we have met somewhere before or else even in dreams his eyes felt so familiar like I know him deeply for years.