Science In Love Novels & Stories

“I’ve never been a Human high schooler, and the experience of it might be similar. The biology, of course, is another matter.” “The biology?” “There are . . . physiological changes involved with meeting one’s mate.” He’s choosing his words with circumspection. Hiding something, maybe. “Love at first sight?” He shakes his head, even as he says, “In a way, maybe. But it’s a multisensory experience. I’ve never heard of someone recognizing their mate just by sight.” He wets his lips. “Scent is a big part of it, and touch, but there’s more. It triggers changes inside the brain. Chemical ones. Science articles have been written about it, but I doubt I’d understand them.”

she said smugly. I leaned back, letting the cushion catch my weight. “I just want to breathe. To be free to choose. To learn who I am before I become who everyone wants.” “Then take your time.” Vivia squeezed my shoulder. “Just remember that love doesn’t wait forever.” “There is no love,” I said quickly. “It’s just… curiosity. Instinct. Proximity. And pheromones.” She snorted. “You can dress it up in science all you want, but the second one of those Alphas kisses you, you’ll stop pretending.”

Or maybe he did. "Since we're gonna be couples, I guess we can be the lovey dovey kind of lovers." I saw his eyes brighten in excitement, "And no, no sex. no kissing too except your life really depends on it and I mean really really depends on it like 'you're about to die and I give a CPR to bring you back to life' kind of kiss."

“Yes. This isn't a dream world, its reality, and reality is a bag of balls.” She snorted. “But what if you were in love before you knew it? It's been scientifically shown that we're automatically attracted to people who 'match' with our pheromones.” “Gross,” Kayle muttered. “So why can't you just fall in love as easily as that?” Maggie continued, unaffected. “What if love is instant, but our human brains aren't yet advanced enough to know? What if each of us have a soul mate? What then?”

True love ends happily ever after when the hero and the heroine ride off into the sunset together. Science tells us something different. Science tells us that love is just a bunch of chemicals in our brains. It tells us that when we are in love, chemicals like dopamine, adrenaline, and oxytocin soak our brains and change the way we think. For the sake of this experiment, we are going to go with science’s explanation. Otherwise, we have no hope. According to research done in such well-respected places as Harvard, there are three phases of love. Anyone who has been reading this blog for a while will know the first stage intimately.

She returned the gesture, a little shy, and sighed, relieved that I was at least willing to listen. "Both," she replied, her face radiant with the joy of seeing that I bothered to listen. "After analyzing and experiencing it firsthand with Ryan, I can confidently say it's a combination of both," she confessed, sitting on the bed with her arms crossed, her chest puffed out, proud of her speculations. "I don't have a definitive conclusion yet, but I'm convinced that your heart races and you feel butterflies in your stomach because your brain sends signals of excitement when you're with someone, combined with the chemicals generated when you fall in love. But falling in love and truly loving so

Why did love have to be this complicated? ***

She looked at the partner who had walked through fire and ice to stand on this ledge. "Engineering is the study of forces in equilibrium," she said softly. "But love... love is the study of forces in motion. We don't need a contract to hold us together, Killian. We have the resonance." He kissed her then, a long, deep connection that felt like the final gear clicking into place. The story of the Vance and Vanderwall feud was a closed book, a relic of an era of scarcity and fear.

After finally getting pregnant through multiple rounds of IVF, I discovered my CEO husband had already become someone else's father. I verified it again and again, but all I found were more lies. Yet when I walked away carrying our child, he was the one who fell apart. … Ethan Shaw pressed his bare, muscular torso against me by the pool. The breeze wrapped our breaths together as one. We kissed passionately while touching each other, seeing nothing but one another in our eyes and hearts. I had no idea a single phone call was about to destroy everything.

"Don't do that. Don't hide from me. I love your blush." I could feel Heli stirring inside me. At this moment everything seemed just right. Charles and I laid naked against each other for a while just enjoying each other's company in silence. Charles played with my hand, inspecting my fingers and palm. I found it adorable and calming. I felt myself falling deeply in love with him.