The Love Hypothesis By Ali Hazelwood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Selene asked when Kev added. “A man who will offer you the world if you ask for it, a man with a loaded bank account.” Hazel couldn’t believe the words they were spouting; now she wished Mia was here to hate this woman more. “You want Coyle so badly, but I am the woman in his heart, home, and life,” Hazel spouted before she faced Kev. “And for Jude, wait till he learns what love is…Then you will lose what you consider a bank." Hazel found her way past them, retracted her phone, and typed a message to Mia and sent it.

“It’s just that there is such thin line between love and hate.” “Nope, not this one. No love, no line. Just pure hatred.” “Are you sure? What if what you call ‘hate’ is just a deep liking for Dominic buried in your subconscious?” Imogen asked, a teasing smile on her face. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her. “No, Imogen, just….no.” “Fine. I won’t say I told you so when it happens.” “Nothing is going to happen, Imogen. Seriously, what have you been watching?”

Then, I waited for Miles. The chat exploded with encouragement. [It's so sweet when two people really love each other and are working to stay together.] [I'm so sick of fake romance. This is the real thing!] [They're both gorgeous. We haven't seen Miles's real face in forever, but just looking at the stunning Olivia makes my heart melt.] The messages kept pouring in. Then, there was a knock at the door. I stood elegantly and opened it. Damn it. False alarm. It was my three cousins.

I remember how my heart shattered to pieces the day I found out he left. Heli kept us running, running away from the memories. Running away from the night he took my virginity, running away from the night he professed his undying love. We were running away from those beautiful blue brown eyes and long dark hair. From those hands that knew just how to touch us, to the lips that tasted of honey. We ran for a while. The full moon behind us powered us until we reached a cliff. Heli let out a long loud howl letting me pour all my feelings out.

Clarissa mumbled making Hazel grab a pillow and throw it at her. "Do you realize what happened?!" She yelled at Clarissa. "Something that should have happened many years ago. Axel loves you, just give him a chance" "Never!" Hazel spat. "He does not love me and he is never getting a chance for anything!" She added and Hazel sighed. "I'll see just how far you can resist someone who loves you that much" Hazel groaned and got out of bed. "He wore the pajamas on you" Clarissa pointed out and Hazel exhaled.

I whispered as I stroked her head. “ I'm also happy that we ended like this, Ylisha I, thank God I found you," and kissed her forehead. And that's how our relationship began. -Love can really change someone, though it's too complicated sometimes. We felt jealousy, we felt discomfort, our hearts even sinks in different ways. But there's nothing worth the pain and jealousy when the one you love felt the same way as you are.-

she hugs her again before they walk out of the room. "O-kay….so who is that??" Loula and Akiko already crossing their arm on the chest. Waiting for the explanation from Hazel. "That's…Aaron's first love," Hazel said making both of them dumbfounded. "She? That gorgeous woman just now..?" "Yes, she is.." Hazel reply to Akiko and smiles at both of them. "Damn, she's beautiful! I mean, you're more beautiful." Loula looks at Hazel with disbelief. Still shocked about the fact that the woman before is Aaron's, first love.

I felt cold and went quiet for a while, I watched him say a lot of disgusting things about myself and family, for once in a long time I began to realize that I was just dating someone who was totally selfish. At that spot I began to wonder if the word "love" truly does exist, the one I loved who I almost sacrificed my sister for never truly loved me in return, he was just a selfish liar. I felt absent from the environment, I began to feel a little dizzy, a car was slowly pulling up behind him, I doubt if he noticed. I couldn't hear anything anymore, it was more like the world had gone on a stand still, cold as ice. I finally fell on the floor and fainted.

In response to my icy silence, he takes the fry and tosses it into his mouth, “You can consider Matthew to be like my love for burgers and wings. Totally bad for me, and something that I should probably ditch, but it might take some time to actually getting around to doing.” “It truly amazes me how fast you can switch a suggestion to a conversation about Matthew.” I say before taking a large swig of my cocktail, “If anything, that just kind of proves what my Uncle Raul says about people’s obsession with love.” “Oh that weird metaphor about the sticky note?” He asks. I set the glass onto the table and clear my throat of any lingering taste of tequila, “It’s not weird, at best it’s weirdly poi