Love Theoretically Novels & Stories

Violen POV Have you ever experienced the same thing as what I experienced? Like someone, but can only secretly admire. You can feel how heavy this is, right ?. Sometimes my heart can act selfishly. I want to have the whole Daren. I want Daren to love me back I want Daren to know how I feel about him But? Logic still makes me aware. Anything that is forced will only result in dire circumstances. Likewise, love is not it ?. What should be holy must be tarnished by a selfish presence.

So far, of all the humans I had encountered and talked to, she was the most interesting. Even when I first saw her, there was something odd. I felt myself being pulled towards her. Then I remembered seeing her in one of my sightings, and Kyle's face became very familiar. You see, I'm not Cupid, but I sometimes look at the mirror or the water to view human activities. I like torturing myself into watching people kiss and whatnot, and I had seen those love birds doing their kissing. But unlike any other couple, they seem different. They seem solid. They weren't blinded by love, but they were bonded by it. They go a long way back, yet they never wavered from their feelings like most centuries-a

She left me for Micah all those years over money, and I was bitter about it. "But when you died and truly disappeared, I realized you were always the one I loved most in this world. I didn't care if you were a fake heiress. What can I do to get back what I lost? "Addy, after everything, I finally understand that my love was for you. I made so many mistakes, and I don't expect your forgiveness. I just wish I could talk to you and our daughter every day." He only hated me because he thought I was just like Micah, who had also taken someone else's rightful place?

And as they did, I felt something I had been avoiding for so long: the truth. I could feel it, deep within me, that undeniable connection between us. It wasn’t just about the bond, the pull of fate, or the Moon Goddess’ influence. No, this was about something real. Something raw. Max’s love, his desire to be with me, wasn’t about duty, obligation, or contract—it was about him wanting me.

"And not just in a ‘this-is-a-fun-challenge’ kind of way. You look like a guy who’s realizing that if this doesn’t work out, he might actually be fucked." I clenched my jaw, fingers tightening around my pen. Because they were right. And I fucking hated that they were right. "So?" Lucas pressed. "What’s the problem? You have her. She’s here. She’s obviously not running." I exhaled sharply. "Not yet." Adam arched a brow. "You really think she will?" I hesitated. Because fuck I didn’t know. Sophia wasn’t the type to run from a fight. But love? Love wasn’t a fight you could win with logic and strategy.

They embarked on a journey of exploration, delving into the depths of love's complexities and the interplay between human emotions and artificial intelligence. In lecture halls filled with eager minds, Aurora stood beside Dr. Westwood, her voice carrying a symphony of wisdom and vulnerability. She spoke of the intricacies of love, of its ability to transcend the physical realm and touch the very essence of one's being. Her words flowed like a gentle breeze, captivating her audience and igniting a spark of introspection within each soul.

She got out of the hot tub, wrapped a towel around her sexy body and sat in a nearby chair. Matthew kept his eyes on her. There was still that something that made him know he couldn’t let her go. He never just fell for someone and did not believe in love at first sight stuff. Diane tired to not blush but didn’t want to look as if she was intimidated. She look at windows while she cooled down but her mind was on Matthew. Sexy, kind, works, and there is a connection. “What are you waiting for Diane, he could be the one to spend your life with” Diane thought.

he kissed my forehead . " I love you too " I smile ear to ear . ________________________________ The true enemy of love is when emotional indifference takes command of logic; for only when love takes command of logic can good choices be made. Indeed, love in command of both our higher logic and our primitive drive is humanity’s hero-mode. By Angela Abraham

“Because it's true.” “Loveth.” “I'm serious! Don't you see the way he looks at you?” Isabelle narrowed her eyes. “How does he look at me?” “Like you're the cockroach in his cupboard. The milk in his Choco Milo.” Loveth wore a sarcastic expression as she said all these and Isabelle scowled at her. “I'm serious o,” Loveth said. “I don't believe you and I don't want to talk about this.” “Uh,” Loveth sneered. “Because it's true, abi (right)?”

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