Novel & Cerita Psychology Book About Love

She paused, as if considering me, then dropped me. I collapsed, gasping, every breath burning in my chest. "You'd sacrifice yourself for him, huh? After everything I’ve done to help you?! Wow! How touching! How human! How weak!” she yelled at James. He stared at her, frozen with fear. "It's called love,” I rasped, coughing violently. “Love is just chemicals, manifesting through oxytocin and dopamine. Nothing special.” Her eyes glistened with tears. “I loved you once, did you know that? Before the research… before everything. I held you as a baby and thought you were perfect.”

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

Eason groaned. “He just wants what’s best,” Nyla said. “Yeah, best for him,” Eason scowled. “You’ll learn, Nyla, that the only person my dad cares about is himself. The rest is just an act.” Suddenly Edmond’s coldness took on a new meaning: indifference. Conflicted on whether or not to believe Eason, Nyla stayed silent. “Well, let’s get started.” Ticking them off on his fingers as he spoke, Eason explained, “The basic emotions of human beings are sadness, love, happiness, fear, disgust, and anger.”

I knew that I would obey her like the law until the end of my life. She was my queen, my universe, my world, and my everything. I didn't know what would happen to me if she ever left me, but I think I might go insane. We may have started our relationship in a forbidden way and ended up in pain, but this time, I'll do my best to make sure that our new beginning will end up in euphoria. I am Dashiel Davin Carter, the Psychopath Professor of Marra, and I am her Psychopath Lover. And now, I could hereby say that the class has officially dismissed. The End.

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 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.

They were ex-lovers, and I guessed they needed to talk about their feelings for each other. Because of that thought, I turned my back on them and quickly left the office. For the first time, I breathed a sigh of relief as I finally got out of Prof's office. Oh my god! I took Psychology, but why do I always witness something theatrical like this, like their lovemaking earlier and now this drama? I guess I have to avoid going to that office because I keep seeing things that I shouldn't. I was startled when the bell rang, realizing that I needed to hurry to our classroom to get my bag. I quickly walked towards our room, thinking that my classmates were already there for our next class.

I asked out of nowhere. “Are you a slam book? You’re not even listening. I said I don’t love. It’s not in my vocabulary.” “Why?” “Because I love myself too much. Listen, love defies all reasons. Do you know what it means? You become irrational. You’ll throw away all the facts and act according to your emotions. Isn’t that stupid?” “So there’s no chance that you’re going to fall in love?” “I doubt. But if I were to fall in love, she must be worth it for being irrational. Loving someone entails feeding my brain to the dogs. Oh, I hate dogs.”

She asked, "When you sat at the police station entrance waiting for me, was it also her who told you to do that?" At that time, Liam stood in the icy snow, completely frozen and stiff, while waiting for Blake. She felt very soft-hearted when she came out of the police station and saw him. Liam responded, "I'm not good at handling romantic relationships. I don't know what to do to win over you." Blake suddenly smiled. "Liam, affection for someone is an emotion that originates from one's heart. You don't need anyone to teach you that." She took a deep breath before continuing, "Let's leave it at this for today. We're still a short distance away from the hospital. I'll walk the rest of the road

Everything finally felt in harmony—our hearts, our lives, and our future. I leaned into Darren, savoring the warmth and certainty I had longed for. “I love you,” I whispered. “I love you too, bubs. Always,” he replied. For the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe freely, knowing nothing and no one could ever come between us again. We had endured the chaos, the lies, and the heartbreak—and now, our story was just beginning. In that moment, surrounded by friends, family, and love, I realized that home isn’t a place—it’s a person. And I was finally home. ***THE END***