Science And Love Novels & Stories

A boy and a girl, best of both worlds. "It's a girl. You're just full of rarities aren't you, Rain?" She joked, and I smiled. The happiest tears left me. Nate kissed the top of my head, wrapping his arm around my head and holding it tightly against his chest. "I love you so much, Rain." I heard his voice rumble in his chest. I laughed, I was so overwhelmed with emotions. "I love you too." The doctor handed us our sonogram pictures and Nate and I just stared at them a while longer. We were both so happy right now. A blissful happiness only brought on by the creation of life through love.

--- Adapting. Evolving. --- Just like her. --- Ariana looked at the crack in the wall. --- Still there. --- Still real. --- Still possible. --- “This isn’t just your system anymore,” she said. --- A pause. --- “It’s something we’re both changing.” --- Silence. --- Then— --- “Co-evolution confirmed.” --- Ariana exhaled slowly. --- That word again. --- But now it meant more. --- Because now… She had proof.

“I’m your husband, hybrid. Mated couples fuck. More than once a day.” “But not like this. I don’t want it to be like this.” “Like what?” The question slips out with a smirk. “Meaningless? No desire? No love?” I almost laugh out loud at that. “You fairy-blooded ones believe too much in love. Mating isn’t about love—it’s a bodily need. This thing called love doesn’t exist, hybrid. It’s just a word invented by those who want to explain everything.” I see the hurt flash across her face and sigh, annoyed that I even care.

"LOVE IS BIOCHEMICAL RESPONSE OPTIMIZING REPRODUCTION AND SOCIAL COHESION. EMERGENT PROPERTY OF CONSCIOUSNESS EVOLUTION." "That's the technical definition," Luna said, tears streaming down her face. "Here's the real one: Love is choosing to suffer for someone else's happiness. It's irrational, illogical, and more powerful than any force in existence. I love Theo across infinite distance. That love keeps him sane while he holds seven realities together. Can you calculate that?" "ATTEMPTING QUANTIFICATION—" The Architect's form flickered. "RESULTS INCONCLUSIVE. EMOTIONAL STATES DEMONSTRATE UNEXPECTED COMPLEXITY."

It is like every conversation you have with your patient. Except he isn't my patient. But he was. “Why are you interested whether it was p**n or not? I have told you it wasn't. It wasn't just sex by the way. It was love making. There is love between them,” He looked amused and more interested in the movie. “Tell me, Miss Green, how do you differentiate between just sex and love making?” “Sex is without any strings attached, just pleasure, pain, and ecstasy,” I started, “but love making holds a meaning. It is two souls binding together and telling each other what they mean to each other without words. There is a difference.

But the weight of her emotions became too much to bear, and she finally let out a long sigh before speaking. “Do you think love exits?” Martha’s heart sank as she saw the pain in Amara’s eyes, realizing the depth of her feelings. “Scientifically speaking, I don’t think there is anything we can call ‘love’.” Martha paused, choosing her words carefully. Amara looked at her. “And emotionally?” Martha sighed, her gaze fixed on Amara's troubled expression. “Then love is everywhere. Even in the way you gaze at those flowers, the way you love the feel of breeze brushing through your hair.” Amara's eyes filled with hope as she took in Martha's words, her expression slowly easing.

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The Connel from Vienna was gone. “I loved you,” she whispered. He met her eyes. “You know your problem? That word you keep using- ‘love’, I'm certain you don't know the meaning. You've never felt what it's like to be loved so how do you know how to love?” Tori felt shattered. “They'll escort you out.” Connel said, leaving the guest lounge. His shoulder squared like a man who had certainly cleaned the house. Tori was gone. But peace was a lie.

Stephie stood her ground, and this is what Jacob wanted from her. Somehow, someway, across the distance of their banter, both minds were aligned that this was their language, their chemistry, their fill and entertainment. I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you. This was the definition of their relationship. And somehow, someway, both parties were entertained with the back and forth. This was the only way they could communicate and simultaneously hide their undetermined feelings. If any. Jacob played his disinterest well. To show Stephie that her words of defiance meant nothing to shake his resolution, he approached her. This is what they both wanted anyway.

Tommy's POV The day I first met Natash Yael is forever etched in my heart. Her clear little face, those calm yet stubborn eyes, seemed to become the most profound imprint of my life. As years passed and time weathered, the memory of her only grew stronger. Love, viewed from the rational lens of science, is merely a biological program, a culmination of hormonal effects and chemical reactions. The initial ardor of romance tends to fade with time spent together, even to the point of complete dissolution after a decade.