Novel & Cerita The Love Hypothesis Ali Hazelwood

I can't fight for the love that is not even strong. “I can see right through you Hazel. You still have feelings for him. Let me tell you something” He leaned over fixating his eyes on me. “I’m not saying this to hurt your feelings but you don't deserve him. He doesn't seem bothered by you leaving him. He doesn't care about what you two had. Don't forget he wouldn't have agreed to marry the girl if he loves you. Think about it Hazel. I want to help you”

My jaw clenches, and I blink back the sting of tears, unwilling to reveal my vulnerability to a man who may never reciprocate my feelings. ‘I don’t know how long it will take for him to love me back.’ -”Relax, Helena. You’re beautiful, successful, intelligent… you’re basically what every woman wants to be. Give Braxton some time. He’ll learn to love you sooner than you expect.”- Hazel’s words are quickly dismissed by the pain of being unloved, of being unwanted, something I’m not used to. ‘He doesn't love me! He loves her, the wretched woman, that nobody! But I will not surrender to her, to them!’

It felt like, in this place, we were meant to be together; a union sealed by time and the laws of this world. ‘I have felt a pull towards you for a long time now Alissa. I have had visions and dreams of you, I have felt a warmth that I have felt with nothing else except healing and that is what my people do, heal. It is our first love, but I see you and I feel the things I do and you stand at the top with the very thing my species is known for. I cannot explain it, but I know that I want you, and I want you to want me,” Haziel spoke quickly with a slight look of worry on his face.

HAZEL "Hot sex? I'm going to puke, Hazel." Justin clenched his stomach once we were alone in our room at Atlas house. I waved my hand to dismiss him and jumped on the bed. Damn, it is soft and comfortable. "Are we really going to pretend this?" He asks. "Yep." "Why, Hazel?" I exhaled a sigh. "He was freaking going to shoot himself. I asked him to stay away and he said he can't. I hate him, Justin, I do but I would never wish him dead."

They had done so many things together as children. This betrayal was personal. "Miss Alva, is it true she bewitched him into falling in love?" Another reporter asked, "afterall who would pick a servant over a heiress?" Yes... Who would pick a servant over a heiress? Could it truly be that Hazel was a witch, and she had managed to somehow, in some way bewitch Luca into falling in love with her at her own engagement?! This was a possible even Alva Rogers, learned as she was from one of the best universities abroad, could not stop herself from considering, because the whole arrangement seemed absurd to her too.

Then what happened now? Hazel gasped with horror while her eyes held me captive. My gaze dropped to her parted lips. I wanted a taste of her sweetness for the first and last time. She released me and grabbed hold of my jacket collars. “Don’t say such a thing, Stavros. You must stay alive for me. Promise me you’ll be careful. Promise me you’ll look after yourself. I know you’ll emerge victorious!” she whispered desperately, her eyes sparkling with hope and much more. I was sure it was love. My Hazel has always loved me the most in the entire world. I stood mesmerized by her innocent beauty. “Kiss me, then, Hazel. I’m waiting for the first and maybe the last kiss of my wretched life.”

Hecate was in deep thought as she rested on the roof near the window. Before she knew it, she was struck on the wing. She fell down the three-story building. In order not to disturb the neighborhood, queen Lorelai did not go after her. The bird lay helpless on the floor. She was not to be there till the following morning but she was too hurt to fly.

Nora chuckled softly, leaning close to whisper in my ear, "You're such a natural-born servant." I laughed at myself but didn't respond. Seeing me ignore her, Nora grabbed a large nail clipper from the side. Before I could react, she clipped her own finger, drawing blood. "Miles!" She shrieked in agony. Miles burst into the room. The moment he saw blood trickling from her finger, his fury erupted. "Leilani Jabs, what's wrong with you?" I was stunned. He swept all the nail tools off the table with a loud crash, shouting in rage, "How many times do I have to say it? Even if Nora wanted to compete with you, could you ever become my official girlfriend?

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

For ten years, he had hated Liliana, believing she had ruthlessly abandoned him. For ten years, he had subjected her to one humiliation after another. All the pieces of the puzzle slammed into place. Liliana hadn't left because she didn't love him; she left because she thought she was dying and didn't want to be a burden. It was Ava. All of it. A scheme she had designed. This woman had tricked him into hating the person who loved him most for a full decade! "Bring Ava to me," Bruno's voice was terrifyingly calm.