Love Theoretically Novels & Stories

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.

But my mind… my past… my reality—they all came crashing in before the word could ever leave my lips. I couldn’t say it. I didn’t deserve it. Not the life he was offering. Not the freedom. Not him. ⸻ My father’s voice echoes in my head, just like it always does. “The richer the man, the more you must give to keep him.” I used to believe that. I was raised to believe that. Love wasn’t something soft or real—it was a transaction. Power. Control. Alignment. Marriage wasn’t about happiness. It was about advantage.

I say pulling her into my arms kissing her forehead. We lying down is a peaceful silence as we embrace one another after this long day. A silent promise that we will love one another through everything even if we at our weakest. The we have spent getting to know each other felt so fast , as if our body and soul knew each other from a previous life. I couldn't ask for any other life than this right here. "I love you ma, and I'm ready to build our legacy together" I say bringing her lips to mine, kissing her deeply as I promise my loyalty to her. With that we fall asleep within each other's embrace

Nora asks startled "Lovergirl! It is only sweet at the beginning, you better shine your eyes and don't get swept away by the flood" she smirks her tongue irritably at Nora who mocks her in return "Beef this much? Better go and text Richard, Tito, Dino, or what is that your albino dude's name?" Tade snaps quickly "He is a white Liberian, not an albino! Get the difference"

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.

Little by little, my dreams helped me release the disappointment and pain of being so blatantly used and dumped by Joshua. I’d fallen in love with the Marc of my dreams. If only it could transfer to the real one. Sadly, my interaction with Marc when I was awake was stilted and awkward. In my dreams, we were a couple with a strong bond. In reality, we were two strangers who had a definite physical attraction, but knew minimal about each other. I was embarrassed about the fact that I’d manifested this imaginary love relationship with this man. I clearly needed therapy.

The sweet and thoughtful Brianna had become cold and selfish. “I love you so much..” Lorenzo sobbed. My insides trembled upon hearing those words again. I felt like my ears tinged and my blood boiled as anger flared up in my system. “Stop lying!” I screamed and tried to push him again, using all my strength. “How the f**k can you say that, if all you have ever done in those two years were f**k different girls?! Do you even know the meaning of love?!” I gritted as I tried to get rid him off me.

Loveth pulled her lips away as she bited him, but Patrick didn't reacted to her bite, but still held her as he wanted her. "I told you I don't love Willow anymore, but you won't understand. You not a scholar and you lack brains to know. Tell me didn't you went to school at all?." Loveth frowned at him and wanted to pull away from him and Patrick apologised as he really didn't wanted to let her go.

I had to cling to the hope that love existed, even in the hearts of creatures deemed incapable of such emotions. "You claim that Seth is incapable of love, that he used my feelings for him against me," I retorted, my voice wavering with a mix of defiance and uncertainty. "But love knows no boundaries, Dalia. It can transcend the confines of species or nature. I refuse to believe that his actions were solely driven by ulterior motives." Dalia's expression hardened, her eyes gleaming with a mix of scorn and frustration. "Oh, Loti, you are so naive. Seth is a vampire, driven by primal instincts and desires. Love, as humans understand it, is beyond his grasp. He played you like a puppet, manipul

"Don't you like Kara because you complement each other's weaknesses or her amazing figure?" Frank pursed his lips and tilted his head. After a short reflection, he stated, “Does love ever look at weaknesses and strengths? For me, love is a side of human beings that cannot be touched by logic. It can only accept and reject, without needing to consider.” Silence froze the air again. Frank was busy assessing his answer, while Susan was busy assessing his sincerity. "Do you think Louis and Emily have been suffering all this time?" Frank's daydream was shattered. He raised an eyebrow, whispering, "What do you mean?"