The Love Hypothesis Novels & Stories

Theodore laughed at his words. "Love? You know that love doesn't exist in this world. It's all just a game of hormones. Manipulation of hormones cannot be called love. When the hormones are gone, love is gone," Theodore had a clear opinion about love. Theodore’s words caused Fenil to fall silent. He thought Theodore hated love, but now he realised Theodore actually disgusted love. “Well, It’s because you never feel it before. By the way, when are you marrying? You are turning thirty next year.” Fenil said, scratching his forehead. He was feeling anxious, but he also knew that what he could discuss with Theodore, no one else in the world could. And now it was essential to bring this matter to

Sometimes she would prepare some and make me crave them. She treated me like a daughter, she is in her late fifties. She has never been married, she did say she was in love once but it didn’t work out well for her because the man married someone else. I asked her how she had handled that and she said- “love is an illusion.” I didn’t understand what she had said but she broke it down, love is what we feel, the same way we feel cold and we feel hotness, it comes and goes, if you want it to stay and become real- you have to work for it, he didn’t work for it, she worked for it. Later on he got bored and proposed to someone else on her birthday. It was messy.

“No I don’t really want her around us even locked up. Let me compel her, make her forget she ever loved you and plant the seed of a new happy life far away from us. We are partly responsible for her pain it’s the kindest solution all round, don’t you think?” I give a little chuckle “And the simplest!” Why on earth had that not crossed my mind! “Where is she now?” Lia asks with an eagerness that once more makes me want to chuckle, here and now, like this she looks exactly like the innocent beautiful human girl I first fell in love with.

"Why did she wear a brooch from her first love as her husband's plus-one? Did she even care about him?" "That's not all. I saw it with my own eyes. On the day of the fire at the art exhibition, Misty Lawrence chose to save a painting over her husband. He nearly died in there!" "You know what's the most appalling of all? When Carter Flanagan finally decided to leave, she tried to keep him by spreading news of her fake pregnancy and getting netizens on her side! She totally deserves the divorce!" "And she threatened suicide when he refused to get back with her! She should have died!"

It was a machine of absolute precision, and it had never encountered a remainder it could not resolve. But love was not a unit of measurement. Love could not be quantified. Love could not be weighed against debt, because love did not recognize the concept of debt. Love gave without expectation of return. Love sacrificed without requirement of repayment. Love existed in a dimension beyond transaction, beyond exchange, beyond the zero-sum mathematics that governed the realm's entire existence. The realm tried to compute love, and it failed.

Bowie POV His voice was wrecked. "You feel like coming home." He moved like he had all the time in the world and wanted to spend every second of it inside me. He went in with slow, deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in, grinding against my g-spot that made my vision blur. His mouth found mine, and we kissed through the rhythm, open-mouthed and sloppy, and every time he pulled back just enough to breathe, one of us said it- ‘i love you’

Ohh, shit… You just said yes, I am so happy to be in your life, I promise I will not break your heart, you will have everything you need from me as a lover, Cynthia I love you . Thanks too, I love you too. They both stand to their feet, and place their palm on each other's hand, and hug themselves, with a deep kiss, and they said to themselves, I love you. The both partners were very happy with each other, as their heart desired has been accomplished, despite being in different dimensions. Now, they started living as lovers, they play together, do everything together, the weekend was really the one to write about. It is Monday morning, Doctor Richard was still sleeping, up till 6:30 am and i

"You don't get to call what you did love." He looked away. "You chose him." "Yes." "After everything?" "Yes." He laughed bitterly. "I never understood why." I looked at him. "Because Ambrose never asked me to become someone else to deserve his love." Silence. "That's what you never understood, Zane." I took a breath. "Love isn't about making someone choose you." He looked at me. "It's about giving them the freedom not to." “For crying outloud we were Highschool sweethearts we got engaged we were going to get married but you cheated on me a day before our wedding with one of friends…instead of apologising you raped me and acted like nothing happened.”

The Crucible of Endless Passion had fused the multiverse into a single, throbbing heartbeat of desire. The Song now resonated at frequencies that made stars tremble and World Trees bloom with orgasmic fervor. Forty thousand years of unbroken love and fire had turned existence itself into one vast celebration of flesh, light, and connection.

"You set me up. What do you want?" Scarlett placed a prepared divorce agreement on the bedside table. "I've already signed it. Once you sign, we're divorced." "In your dreams!" Wayne shouted, his anger boiling over. He had been set up. And in such a humiliating way. Scarlett didn't care about his predicament. "I am definitely divorcing you!" "Divorce me so you can run off to your lover?" Wayne's face twisted with rage. Scarlett deliberately provoked him. "Yes, my lover has been waiting for me for a long time. I miss him too. I'm going to see him. We'll elope and find a paradise to live in, have our own children, and lead a happy life together."