5 Love Languages Novels & Stories

I stared at it. Twenty bucks, he’d said. Under it sat a note scrawled in sharp, aggressive handwriting. I picked it up. To my wife. You're going to have to miss my homemade delicacies today. Your husband is busy. Let me treat you to something expensive instead. Here is a fifty-dollar bill. "Liar," I muttered, picking up the cash. But a smile erupted on its own as I read the note again. How cute, I thought. For being this cute, I decided I could let the twenty-dollar lie slide.

"And why are you so sure he'll just give you more money?" I couldn't help but laugh a little. "Because he's acting like a child, Mae. A rich, spoiled child who threw a tantrum tonight. He'll have to apologize. And when he does, he'll do it with money. It's the only language he speaks." I shrugged. "Besides, my love language is money. It's simple. No strings attached." She shook her head, a small, sad smile on her face. "How can you say that? How can you be with a man who takes care of you like that and not have fallen in love with him?"

He said I wonder how much time God has spent on this guy cause I see absolutely no defective part in him. How much more perfect can one human get than this? This genuinely won my heart. Even though he said that he'll make sure Nishant doesn't get any free time yet he is overworking himself so his best friend could actually get free time. He is the type of person who'll show their love by actions. Words don't work for him, he shows his feelings by actions that's why his love language is physical touch i*.

She looks at me with eyes shining, I take her hand and kiss her, and tell her I love her. "Please, she says: don't do this!" — Mariane, I love you! I will scream here to everyone, my love. — For Henrico, you're making me uncomfortable. - My love Is Yours! She looks at me with sad eyes, and I soon understand why! — Henrico, you cannot love me, you will marry someone else! — Mariane, I have no one, I lie to my mother! "Okay, let's finish here, so we'll talk later."

"Maybe, since the very beginning" "I should have known already. You have been so clingy", I can't help laughing against his chest. "Yeah. So, you aren't mad at me for this?" he mutters. "Mad at you for what? For loving me or confessing to me?" I ask. "Maybe, both! I don't wanna be that clingy", he scoffs. "And what if I say I love the clinginess", I say and his breathing gets faster. "I love that you show it. Your love language is expressing and I can't tell you how much I love the way you just say it all, do it all"

In fact, I just want to cover up a confused brain. What should I do? What should I do? Does Dad know? "Go ahead. I know." Zhang Guowen seemed to hear the panic in her mind. "There are still thirty thousand..." Liu Liu could not stop, almost broke down and cried out. How can this money be enough? Zhang Guowen closed his eyes in Liu Liu's cry. Thirty thousand? He knew Liu Cui would leave, but he didn't expect her to be so cruel. For Zhang Guowen, life has exhausted all his energy. What is love? He doesn't understand. All he knew was that Liu Cui was his woman, he was a man, and he wanted to support the family.

he asked, gesturing to the cupcakes. I picked one up, taking a small bite, the sweetness melting on my tongue. “These are amazing,” I said after I relished on the taste, my eyes lighting up. Perhaps he knew how starved I used to be in the pack, so he knew that my love language was going to be food. He was using it to find himself a way into my heart, and I hated that it was working. “You look beautiful,” he said quietly, his voice full of sincerity as he stared at me with the same twinkle like he was gazing up at stars.

"I forgive you. I don't know what happens to us but I love you and I don't think I'd actually be able to move past what we had. But if you ever do anything like this ever again, I'm done. Okay?" But I don't think anything could ever top this. "I understand. Thank you for cooking for me." "Well it's not exactly like you had a choice. It's my love language. And it's the least I could do after all you've given me." "Would you be mad if I got you more?" He asks and I look at him with confusion. "What more could you have possibly gotten me?" "You'll see when you get home. I think you'll like it. I hope so."

He said the word longing many times, but his touch on Vivi's body conveyed his longing better than words could. "I love you. I love you so much that I'm almost crazy." Darren also said those words of love repeatedly, but the body language and the look he gave Vivi during their intimacy conveyed his feelings of love in a way that felt much more burning than all the words of love he had said to that woman.

Mr. Decha Tongchai has two children, whom he adores so much. His children were the only treasure left by his wife who passed away due to illness. One has been following his steps in the business world and already have a family while the other one was a rebel who cut ties with them to follow his heart and passion through music like his late mother, where he met his wife and have a family.