The Love Hypothesis Online Novels & Stories

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

Majority of a clergy of priests are not left out of the spirit of the gin age, some priests have been caught countless of times drinking gin in the name of the church communion wine. Out of every five couples, three were married as one partner had successfully hypnotized by the other with the use of a magical spell- the love potion. An age where true love seem not to exist, jinn was used by so many country folks to wish themselves of valuable things to the detriment of others, and even to wish themselves someone else's husbands. especially in the aspect of using love potions to forcefully collect someone's love partner, most of such victims act like puppets.

She looks hurt before speaking “Okay a walk would be good lets go get some fresh air” What part of space does she not understand “Harlow I’m going alone I need space to think!” My impatience is clear now. you would need to be on another planet not to get how I am feeling. Her eyes water and tears flow freely down her cheeks “From me? Why?” It sounds like a whine. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to push down the immediate cruel response that wants to come out. I was sure my love was strong and assertive not whining and weak, a little voice inside whispers your love is, what a strange thought to have.

Casper Sullivan untied his tie as soon as he entered his hotel suite. The desk with his laptop and briefcase beckoned, but he didn't want to go to work for once. He was too engrossed with Anika Hart's ideas. Anika Hart is stunning, attractive, and astute.

"I.. I once had a man I loved and cherished so much. I could do anything just to keep the love we shared." "Okay?" "He was sick and needed money for a kidney transplant. Because of how much I loved him, I emptied my account just so I could gather up the money needed for the transplant. I took a loan from my boss to complete the money, only for me to discover that he wasn't sick and he needed the money to cater for his wife and son he hid in another state." "My God, how did you get to know?" "All thanks to Mr. Ethan, he said he knew that Vincent didn't love me but was only using me to get money."

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

He raised an eyebrow asking me to continue, so I did, "I'm Sienna, nice to meet you. I'm Sienna, officially left with nothing, I just left everything now. Plus you look like you are in need of cash, I have talent and a job to make money, I just need a marriage certificate. Meetings like this are rare, especially for someone like me, and you look like someone who would give a heartache to my Uncle, which is exactly what I'm planning right now. With every word I spoke his face and lips curved into smile, he looked amused with each second that passed. "No one proposes like this. And I don't have a commitment, I'm a free person, no one owns me" He replied looking at me directly in the eye. His s

Within weeks, they were inseparable. Three months in, she thought, her throat tightening. The first "I love you." It had slipped out of him while they were making dinner, seemingly so spontaneous, so raw. How could that have been fake? Was he really that good an actor, or was I just that good an audience?

Her words hit me like a cold splash of water across the face. "I'm not pushing him away," I said weakly. "Then what would you call what you are doing?” She asked, with a raised eyebrow. “You are somehow convincing yourself he doesn’t love you, when all his actions prove that he does. Heck! he fucks you like he’s trying to get into your skin.” I stared at my wine glass, shaking my head. "No. I don’t think… he doesn’t love me. The sex is just good.” I whispered. "You are scared babe, and it’s okay." Mila's voice softened.

Of course, she did. She tried to reach me. God, she tried. Fancy dinners, long vacations, “let’s try again” talks. But love can’t be forced. Chemistry doesn’t negotiate. One night, she stood by the fireplace, arms wrapped around herself like she was freezing from the inside. “I can’t do this anymore,” she said, her voice breaking. “I’ve waited for you to love me. I’ve waited for a child. I’ve waited for laughter. I’m tired of waiting, Kenneth.”