Psychological Books About Love Novels & Stories

I said to myself… SHADRACH’S POV… Love is actually a wonderful thing, who could believe our story with Michael will take such an unexpected turn? I never imagined doing this with him; I always thought that he will be the last person that will come to my heart when it comes to relationships because I hated him with passion. But here I am, thinking all about him, and couldn’t even be myself just for a few days that he wasn’t around.

I wince and move it a few inches away before bringing it back to my ear. "Troy are you there?" She calls again and I nod like she can see me. "Yes Rachel,I'm here." I say and resume walking out of the school. My foot slightly nudges a small book on the floor and I carefully study it before bending to pick it up. The word 'Diary' is printed in a bright, colourful pink on the book and I groan. It must have fallen out of the mysterous girl's open school bag.

If this ending surprised you, disappointed you, or left you wishing things had turned out differently, I want to speak to you directly for a moment. 🤍 This story isn’t about choosing the right person. It’s about choosing yourself when love stops being safe. Sara and Max’s love was real. It wasn’t fake, shallow, or meaningless. But love alone doesn’t make a relationship healthy—especially when fear turns into control, and devotion turns into harm. Sara leaves twice in this story, and that matters.

I was about to get out of the car when she stopped me. "Ash you really have no idea how you make me feel. There are so many times I feel like I'm not telling you enough or showing you how much you mean to me. Within this time we've known one another, you have taught me things about myself I don't know,you constantly remind me how beautiful I am and you constantly make me feel.... wanted and I love that you make me feel this way. Fuck Ashley you make me fall for you everyday,you never cease to amaze me. Ashley I LOVE YOU.....so fucking much and you don't need to..." "I LOVE YOU TOO" I cut her off and crashed my lips into hers.

I chuckle loudly and begin to get into a fit of laughter. Isn't this male funny? How can you understand love by reading books? Love is not to be understood but felt and shown! But in his case, I don't think he has a choice. This is his way of learning. I just...love the fact that he's trying. I love that he wishes to take the first step and help heal the main blockage in our relationship. I begin to flip through the books scanning across the words littered on the pages. Some of them hold great deep meaning while the others teach like how you would to a pup. This is quite interesting. I never knew books like these existed.

“I’m not justifying anything. I’m reminding you of what we had. What we could have again if you’d just let yourself feel it. All this anger, this hatred—it’s passion, Kiara. And passion doesn’t just disappear.” Kiara stepped closer to the table, her hands trembling with a mix of rage and disbelief. “You think this is passion?” she hissed. “You think threatening my life, manipulating me, and destroying my trust is some twisted form of love?” He didn’t flinch. “I think it’s proof that I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you.” “You’re disgusting,” she spat. “And you’re stunning,” he countered, his voice low and smooth. “Even now, with fire in your eyes and venom in your voice, you’re the most

There she had lost a piece of herself there that she could never get back. Love and hate often happened together. She loved the place dearly, and she also hated it for the same reasons. As she thought more about everything, she knew time was slipping away for the day. Though it had only been no more than an hour from the start of the day, she knew it would be a lost day. This week was pointless in her mind.

She feels less of a person since she has been sick and still weak. Charlie takes Logan out to dinner. She is surprised when he parks at the local Botanical Gardens. They walk hand in hand viewing all the beautiful flowers and trees. In the park is a wall of love. Couples put two locks interlocked on the fence. It is believed that if the locks are together the couple will be together also. Charlie whispered into Logans ear; I love you. That was a magical time for Logan. She knew then Charlie still loves her. She knew that every year they could return to see the locks of their love still together. This is how the future would be.

CHAPTER EIGHT: ALL FOR YOU (2) ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ SOPHIA’S POINT OF VIEW There was this passage from a book I once read and, opposed to what I usually read which are romance novels, this book was all about the unrealistic expectations and views on love and to our romantic partners. Standards built from fantasies that can actually be harmful. I do not doubt it. Expectations can bring disappointments. Disappointments can be harmful if not communicated well enough.

He’d worship her night and day, and she would be blissfully happy. Then again, she hadn’t once met a married couple that lived blissfully happy, so perhaps her dream was slightly far-fetched. Nevertheless, she wanted a man she could love. Viscount Lockwood wasn’t that man. He’d shown her a little kindness since meeting him, but she feared he’d turn back into the greedy, selfish monster she’d heard so much about. At least she held her memories close of being with a man so tender and caring, she thought love had entered her heart. Maybe it had for a day or two, but no more. It was gone now, never to return.