The Four Laws Of Love Novels & Stories

A foundational offering. And in those new, raw, lawless universes, as the first particles began to coalesce, they did so with a slight, almost imperceptible bias. A tendency toward connection over isolation. A preference for complexity over simplicity. A gentle leaning toward love. The gardeners were gone. But the gardening continued. It had become a natural law, as innate as gravity. The love that started with a single heart had become a force of cosmology. The Remembering Heart, its work eternal, settled into its vigil. It would watch, it would remember, and it would love, for as long as there was a story to be told, a song to be sung, or a single, beating heart in the vast and beautiful d

“We are bound to give love but not receive any at all?” “Exactly! So why are you asking to be pampered?” “Well, it’s not that the law forbids us to be pampered—” “It does pertain to that! They are of the same manner – loving and pampering. Pampering eventually leads to loving and vice versa!”

It's not just pleasure, it's love, it's a declaration in pleasurable movements. -"I love you" he whispers. I scratch his hand, which limits me to a few movements. My newest form of control. I remain with my legs around him, trapping his body close to mine, and his member buried deeper. -"Ah! Ethan...ah!" My moans are muffled as he sinks in and pulls out. Love has a garden, a fence, a project. Sex invades all of that. Sex is against the law. Love depends on desire, it is a construction. Sex does not depend on desire, desire is taken over by it.

Do the given task made by the Leader, oftentimes follow what he wants you to do, and always treat each other equal like you composed of a structured and loving society— a family. Love yourself, love the rest of them, love even your enemy. You can trust everybody, and there shall be no backstabbing. Judgments and critics are likewise unnecessary for they will wreck the said orders stated. Law 2: To declare discrimination, let alone act towards herself and to others properly with proper manners, respect, trust, and love which signified that the Second Law of Crucial Correctness is Balance for Imperfection and Loyalty. It has to do with zoner's beliefs that say that the best-fit judgment of th

Believe in yourself, and trust your course. Second, true love is there. Sweet and beautiful. It's not about anything, but finding the right person for you. Money, class, power, none of this matters in the law of love. Character does. Third, just like every other good thing, love comes with its overflowing buckets of ups and downs. In the sweet ocean of love, you must be able to dodge all the tides. Patience, and perseverance are key. How much can you take without having to feel you are giving in too much.

I'm done listening to the voices that says, I don't fit into their idea of what love is suppose to be or how love is suppose to be expressed and acted upon. My mother used to tell me, love is the royal law and should be expressed without fear or prejudice and it doesn't matter how or through what medium it's done, as long as it put a smile on the other person face, as long as it turns a bad gloomy day to a good one, as long as it fucking love the other person be it a man or a woman then it's fucking enough even if it doesn't fit into society idea of love. Love is simply love and feeling it is what matters. And as long as it reciprocated then it's all one needs and will ever need even though

he says, pacing back and forth in front of the desk,his hands crossed behind him. The class starts to murmur and an instant evident disapproving frown appears on his face. "I might look very innocent but I do not tolerate anything less than decorum. Trust me,you do not want to get on my bad side so just play along and be nice and we will all be fine." The class instantly goes silent and an instant feeling of love for this new teacher settles in me. I adore teachers that can be controlling and make the students act orderly. "Okay so today..." Mr Harper starts to say as he brings out a board marker and starts to write on the board,but trails off as he gets cut off by the door swinging open wit

Two years ago… 2015 Adam’s POV What is home? Home for me is not four walls and a ceiling. Home for me is the love of my life Aria. It’s been six years we’ve been together. How we met? In university, first year medicine to be exact. She caught my attention when she first tripped over my legs causing her nose to start bleeding and blame my so called “long legs”