Love Theoretically Novels & Stories

with the "Entropy of Passion." "We 'Sync' with the 'Grid', Dominic," Avery commanded, her body "Pressing" against his "Resonance-Armor," her "Somatic-Heat" "Infiltrating" the "Mathematical-White." "We don't 'Argue' with their 'Logic.' We 'Infect' it with our 'Un-Predictability.' We show them that 'Love' is a 'Variable' they can't 'Account' for."

“But this… running to Aric, letting him play the Alpha who saves her—this is too far.” The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. Then Lenard spoke again, softer this time. “Sometimes intention means very little,” he said. “When the heart has already decided what it feels.” I turned sharply. “What is that supposed to mean?” He exhaled slowly, choosing his words with care. “It means love does not follow logic,” he said. “It does not obey duty or bloodlines. It follows its own instinct… and sometimes, that instinct leads somewhere we do not want it to.”

The lich turned around and floated towards his cold throne as the girl kept staring at me from the veil of her hair that made it hard for me to see her face. “A weakness the Gods and Goddesses can’t quite get enough of. They just don’t understand that love is a weakness, it makes you take all the wrong decisions and makes you nothing more than a piece of meat with just an iota of intelligence that does stupid things in the name of ‘love.’ It is pathetically disgusting” The lich spat and I could feel the scorn in his voice. He thought love was a weakness and that it made us weak. Then, I was sure he knew nothing about the power of love or maybe he had never been loved by anyone.

My hands shook a little as I placed the ring on his finger. "Now to share the flame." Stoic continued, but I had no idea what he was talking about. Stoic looked at Nate, and Nate gave him a nod. A permission to do something. I watched intently as Stoic placed his hand on Nate's chest and pulled out a purple flame from him. I had never seen such a thing. "This flame represents love, passion, life, and commitment. Now they will be tied, sharing everything in life." Stoic split the flame in two; they were much smaller apart than together. Stoic then shoved one half of the flame in Nate and the other in myself. I felt odd for a moment, just for one moment.

Kylie's Daddy answered me. "Love is not love if you're not going to feel the pain. After all it's not all about love. It's about Jiro and Kylie. No third parties." Mommy added. It's like Aria is listening to us or maybe it's just me since they know Aria's side. "So why are we here?" I'll change the topic. I want this all to end, so I can look for Kylie and Jiro. Maybe what they have done. Fvck!

“Look, I’ll see you some other time.” Loveth studied hard that evening in her bedroom. She really got her head down and put pen to paper. After she finished studying, she lay back on her soft comfy bed and she couldn’t help it, but her mind started to wander, and she thought about what she had seen in the room above. Michael was still out with the rugby lads, no doubt drinking himself into a beery-stupor. Loveth instinctively traced her hand down her stomach and onto her soft snatch, and her fingers expertly parted her unspoiled labia and began to probe.

"Margarita Remington, I thought you weren't going to pick up the call since I spoke badly of your angel sister. Anyway, it's good you did because, Professor Liam, is coming to the city and our college." Margarita's breathing halted as she tried to recall who Professor Liam was. It instantly fell to her. He is a world-renowned professor who is rumored to be the best business management course teacher in the world. According to research, all the students he picks and tutors always end up being the most successful in each province. He is known to be the quiet, no-nonsense type of teacher who only assigns geniuses and top students his teaching courses. Capital College has always applied so he co

his voice dripping in sarcasm. “This looks interesting,” I muttered, watching the drama they put on. Weirdly enough, I felt satisfaction wash over me as his father pointed out his flaws and shortcomings. “She isn't my wife,” he yelled, waving his hand furiously in the air. “You forced this marriage on us. I don't love her, never loved her, and will never love her. She is torn to my flesh!” he paused and stared at his father for a while before he began to speak again.

“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.”

And there was a long pause. Lora regarded Susan for a moment, taking in her cousin's desperation. They weren't in the same department, so she couldn't confirm the truth of Susan's claims. "You said it was an assumption, right? Maybe that's all it is." She stated. "Bullshit," Susan scoffed, not buying into Lora's skepticism. "I mean, that's not possible. I may be many things, Lora, but stupid isn't one of them."