The Love Hypothesis Novels & Stories

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.

And never told us. Day seven hundred. The entry is short. Painful. Raw. "Kai said he loved me today. For the seven hundredth time. First time for him. Seven hundredth time for me. And I wonder: does love count if only one person remembers it? Is repeated first-love real love? Or just an illusion I'm creating for myself? I don't know. But I choose to believe it's real. Because if it's not, then what am I doing this for? What's the point of two thousand days of suffering if the love isn't real? So it's real. It has to be. Day seven hundred of real love. Even if I'm the only one who remembers days one through six hundred ninety-nine."

Ash spat the words, more at the headstones in front them than at Thea right then. “Real love isn’t like that,” said Thea. “No, listen to me. What Mom and Dad had…” Thea shook her head, her eyes sad. “It was love in the beginning, but it got twisted. Love doesn’t mean hurting someone. Love is the opposite of that. Look at Trent and Lizzie. Hell, look at any number of couples. I swear they’re all falling in love around here. It’s like a disease. And they’re happy and totally normal. Nothing like our parents.”

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

“I’m not justifying anything. I’m reminding you of what we had. What we could have again if you’d just let yourself feel it. All this anger, this hatred—it’s passion, Kiara. And passion doesn’t just disappear.” Kiara stepped closer to the table, her hands trembling with a mix of rage and disbelief. “You think this is passion?” she hissed. “You think threatening my life, manipulating me, and destroying my trust is some twisted form of love?” He didn’t flinch. “I think it’s proof that I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you.” “You’re disgusting,” she spat. “And you’re stunning,” he countered, his voice low and smooth. “Even now, with fire in your eyes and venom in your voice, you’re the most

"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."

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

"LOVE IS BIOCHEMICAL RESPONSE OPTIMIZING REPRODUCTION AND SOCIAL COHESION. EMERGENT PROPERTY OF CONSCIOUSNESS EVOLUTION." "That's the technical definition," Luna said, tears streaming down her face. "Here's the real one: Love is choosing to suffer for someone else's happiness. It's irrational, illogical, and more powerful than any force in existence. I love Theo across infinite distance. That love keeps him sane while he holds seven realities together. Can you calculate that?" "ATTEMPTING QUANTIFICATION—" The Architect's form flickered. "RESULTS INCONCLUSIVE. EMOTIONAL STATES DEMONSTRATE UNEXPECTED COMPLEXITY."

I was laid down on the bed, him on top of me, he hovered over me, gazing down "I love you." He whispered huskily as I pulled him down to me, shushing him with a passionate long kiss, I knew what I was doing, I love Kyle, I love his touches, I love the sound of his breath especially when he is breathing next to my neck, it tickles me to that extent I feel myself getting wet. I knew he wanted me just as much as I wanted him, as he pressed his body into mine, he broke away and peppered kisses down my jaw and neck. "You’re right, I feel relieved." He huskily whispered to my skin. That tickle made me wanna run mad, he is all I ever wanted, his voice alone sent chills to spike throughout my body.