Uncontrollable Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

He could hear her breathing and catch a faint scent from her, causing his heart to race uncontrollably. At his age, feeling his heart flutter just from being near a woman seemed somewhat pathetic. He thought he should be more composed, not acting like a young man experiencing his first crush. Even he couldn't help looking down on himself. Yet, he couldn't control his feelings. Perhaps this was the charm of love—even the most powerful people could not control it. It could make a person behave unnaturally. Ted's emotions were probably amplified because his unrequited love had suddenly seen a ray of hope. The long-suppressed feelings surged forth like a wild beast, breaking free from its cage,

I didn't answer. "Or worse," Silas continued. "Have you calculated what happens when she doesn't break? When you realize that possession isn't the same thing as love?" My jaw tightened. My hands clenched into fists on the desk. I still didn't have an answer. Because the truth was, I hadn't calculated that. I hadn't thought about what would happen if she never loved me back. I'd thought about control. About keeping her. About making sure she could never leave. But love? Love was messy. Unpredictable. Uncontrollable.

I shrugged, "There are lots of what ifs, you know." Mark bobbed his head in a nod, "you're right. I agree with you on that aspect. There are always lots of what ifs but not for a man that's madly in love with a woman. Trust me when I tell you very clearly that that man," he mouth twisted bitterly, "my uncle, does not love you anymore. No matter the circumstances, no matter how high and disciplined a man's sense of reasoning is, when he is in love with a woman, at some point, all reasoning is unconsciously thrown in the air and they follow their heart which is always to go to that woman they can't ever get enough of."

“When he was here just now, you ignored him. Now that he’s gone, you’re missing him. Aren’t you too pretentious? He even thought you hate him.” Adery slammed the medicine on the table. “I hate him! He has a wife, but he still…” Halfway through, Adery could not continue speaking. She could only hide some of the bitterness in her heart. But William was her father. Did he still not understand her daughter? He sighed. “Love is not something that can be controlled even if you want to control it. When love comes, nobody can stop it. Don’t blame him.” Adery pouted. “It’s his fault!”

He closed his eyes against the idea. "But I didn't. You saved me, pulled me from death’s grip each time. You can’t keep torturing yourself for things you had no control over, things no one could have predicted or stopped. My love, please… look at me." Slowly, Cal opened his eyes. "Our love is greater than death, remember? Anything that happens, I know we will overcome it."

saying he left. Entering his study room, he sat on the chair, thinking if what he did was right or not. "I did the right thing!" he mumbled. "you can't do this to me!" Haya barged into his study and yelled. "why can't I?" He asked. " I apologized for everything I did, then why are you doing this?!" she slammed the papers on the table. "When I loved you, my feelings were Unrequited and now I want you to feel the same. Before my love was unrequited and now your love is unrequited" He said.

Eriwan raised up his head and stared at Victor Jaleco blankly. “You’re really miserable because of your one-sided love to him. And I’m also miserable due to my one-sided love to you.” Eriwan smiled skeptically at the moment. “This is what I’ve told you about the aspect of feeling and love, Victor. It’s an uncontrollable aspect. We can’t control it. We can’t decide it. We can’t determine to whom our love and feeling will head. We can’t choose on which airport our plane of love will land. We can’t select at which quay our boat of feeling will stop. That’s it… Simple and complicated at the same time…”

"Even in death. Even unmade. Their love is corrupting The Unmaker's perfect order from within. Thelma and Xavier are still fighting, Catherine. They're attacking it from inside its own domain." I stared at the patterns. My parents. Still together. Still bound by love so strong that even The Unmaker couldn't erase it. "Can we contact them? Bring them back?" "I don't know. Maybe. But Catherine, this changes everything. If love can survive being unmade, if chaos can exist inside perfect order, then The Unmaker isn't invincible. It has a weakness." "Love," I breathed. "The very thing it wants to erase." "Exactly. Your parents found its weakness by becoming that weakness. Their bond is like a vir

How could they love her when her parents hated her themselves? She hated the attention of her uncle, who retired from women after his wife's death. She hated all of that because it goes against what her parents did, so she struggled between being good or bad, and she still struggles, sometimes she loves and sometimes she hates, and she lived like this and it's not yet time for her to decide her side.

It was raw, unpolished, and filled with all the emotions he couldn’t say out loud. Lara froze for a heartbeat, caught off guard by the intensity of it, but then she melted into him, her hands instinctively rising to his chest. She could feel his heart pounding beneath her palms, matching the rapid beat of her own. The kiss wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t need to be. It spoke of everything Hades couldn’t put into words—his fear, his pain, his desperate hope for something good amidst the chaos of his life. When they finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “I… I don’t know how to do this,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.