The Mechanics Of Love Novels & Stories

“Rip is a great man. A man that I know I’ll be able to be with forever without our love fading. That’s what everyone hopes for, even when they say they don’t.” “Did my father?” he whispered. I met his eyes as I nodded. “Yes. He just didn’t know how to go about it. Somewhere, someone failed him, and he thought force equaled love, but it doesn’t. When you force someone to be with you, it leads to resentment. It leads to heartbreak. If you’re serious about truly loving someone and having them love you in return, you don’t have to force it. Real love fits together like pieces of a puzzle, and trust me, I understand how hard it can be, sorting through the pieces, but when all of the pieces are pu

"I'm asking you to understand the mechanism." "The mechanism," I say, and there is something in my voice that I recognize as the specific quality of a laugh that is not a laugh, the sound of something that has run out of the usual containers. "The mechanism is that my mother, in her grief, built something and attached it to a fortune and gave both of them to me, and now I can't be in a room with the woman I love without the mechanism kicking in and making me say the cruelest available thing."

"This is ironclad proof of your infidelity. You don't even have room to deny it." Martin dropped to his knees to gather the scattered pages, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. He recognized his own signature, the seal of the notary public, and the date going back three years. Back then, nothing had started yet. I had just married into the Clark family, and he still held some wariness toward me, cautiously trying to please me whenever he feared I might get angry. "You..." He snapped his head up, the rims of his eyes completely bloodshot. "You've been playing me since then?"

And my heart was stabbed by a hundred knives. “Stupid! Why are you crying when you didn't even really love me and betrayed me? But my love, you have totally changed, you can even hold a sword like that,” my mind said and I smirk, I don't know what emotion I should feel right now. Anger! Pain! Loneliness! I continued walking, I'm looking at every corner of this place, and saw nothing. "I guess my love escaped again this time," I muttered as the sound of hissing air is all over the place.

If the love is true then you will get it no matter how difficult it was to get **************************

My eyes involuntarily searched for the lock Katherine had locked. "You can't find it," Mike said, staring down at me. When he noticed the confusion on my face, he added, "The very next day, I sent a locksmith to unlock Katherine's lock. It was never meant to be locked because"—he lifted his hand, showing the lock of our names—"this love lock was meant to be locked." I crossed my arms around his torso as I hugged him. His arms came around me, pulling me closer to him. "I love you," he whispered as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck.

Then they met, and magic happened between them. The story flowed easily because, for the very first time in her life, she knew what real love was. It was her story, hers and Dix's. One thing was pretty much for sure. She'd never find another man like him. If that meant she stayed single forever, well, at least she had her memories. At least, on paper, she could give it a happy ending. "Hey, Peyton." Grace's voice sounded in her ear. "You still there? Did I lose you?"

My happiness is short lived as I see my mom running up to the stage and shouting “YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE!” I run to the parking lot and jump in the backseat as my dad throws the car in reverse before my mom even has time to close the door. I laugh and my mom smacks his chest. “Could you maybe not kill us.” She scolds him. He just chuckles and reaches for her hand before squeezing it. I hope I find a love like theirs one day. They’re the definition of what love should be.

Anthony had a strange feeling of déjà vu as he sat there in that chair facing Marina, and the doctor gave him a disapproving look just as she had the first time. - You still know what I think about all this madness, don't you? - she wanted to know and he sighed, he didn't need another moral lesson. He wanted a baby and he was going to get it, one way or another. - You may not like my methods, but it's done," he shrugged.