5 Love Languages Novels & Stories

“Try to fix what you can’t—protecting me from things I’ve already chosen.” His mouth quirked, a haunted pride in his eyes. “That’s who I am, Ava. My love language is fortress walls.” I laughed quietly, setting the cup down. “And mine is flaming swords.” He grinned, but then his concern returned, and he pressed his palm lightly to my forehead, then down along my scalp, kneading gently at my temples. I melted under his hands—fingers skilled, slow, tracing a pattern only he could read. I closed my eyes, feeling the pain lift a little, the knots in my neck beginning to ease.

I watched him soothe Lyra while she shouted at me from his arms. "What's wrong with me loving Kaelen? Our souls are drawn to each other! I never meant to challenge your place! I just want to be with the werewolf I love! Is that a crime? "Yes, you met him a few years earlier than I did, but time doesn't decide everything! True mates are about soul resonance, not who showed up first! "Elara, I love him more than you do! My love burns hotter than yours!" Emotion flickered across Kaelen's face, and he held her even tighter.

“You know you have to meet him if you want us to get married.” “Are you proposing to me, pretty girl?” “Shut up and think of what will happen when Luke sees you again.” That seemed to do the trick. Caspian had all five love languages down; physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, gifts, and quality time. He was dedicated to making me fall for him but then again, that was the same reason I fell in love with him then. To think that a man involved in the mafia could love so purely; back then and now as well. I yawned but I forced myself to stay awake.

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Whereas Ray just stared deep into Justin's eyes getting like he was drowning in them, the giant smile on the elder's lips guiding his heart to its rightful owner. "Everytime you say that you love me I feel like I'm walJustin across the sky. You taught me the meaning of selflessness, of unconditional love that's beyond anyone's understanding and now the turn is mine so I vow to fight for our love, to protect you with my life, to give you the forever that you deserve and finally..." ," I promise to love you with undying passion both day and night." . "Now, you may Kiss your bride" The priest muttered a small sorry and corrected himself saying, husband.

She smiles, snuggles closer and I put my hands around her. ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you more.’ ‘I love you so much.’ ‘I love you so much more.’ ‘I love you so freaking much.’ ‘I love you so freaking much more.’ Yes, we are silly and we like saying these things to each other. We are in love and we are allowed to be like that. People who are not in love can just

Not that she doesn’t truly love me, but just because she can’t express herself. Obviously, we are different, because she can’t do what I expect her to do, but I love her so much. I love her so much that I can’t even picture myself with anyone else but her. As everyone possesses the pros and cons, she also has ones. She knows how to love, but she doesn’t know how to express herself. Normally, our love language among the five love languages is Quality Of Time. We can spend hours cuddling but not talking to each other!

“I don’t need anything extravagant. If I’m with someone I actually enjoy being around… which is you… that’s enough.” My cheeks warmed. When had this man become so shamelessly sweet? My cheeks reddened. He took the phone and read the next question. “What’s your love language?” My yawns were getting harder to hide. “Acts of service, I guess… and quality time. Maybe physical touch too.” His grin widened. “Mine is physical touch… from you… you wouldn’t believe me if I told you I used to get repulsed by most touching.” With a reputation like his again… I would believe anything.

“He’s quiet. So quiet sometimes I don’t know what’s on his mind. But he makes it count. When he touches me, when he looks at me... it’s never halfway.” Gloria sighed dramatically, flopping back in her seat. “I knew how stiff Damon is. Probably not his strong suit—words and all. Men’s love languages are sex and respect. Very different from us women. But he loves you alright. Anyone with a brain can see that.” I was about to ask another thing—anything, to shift the spotlight—when Casey’s phone buzzed. She looked up. “Damon and his grandpa just arrived. They’re at the parking lot.”

: I love you French: Je t’aime Welsh: Rwy’n dy garu di German: Ich liebe dich Portuguese: Amo-te Scottish (Gaelic): Tha gaol agam ort Spanish: Te amo Irish (Gaelic): Gráim thú Dutch: Ik hou van jou Greek: S’agapo Hungarian: Szeretlek Czech: Miluji tě Italian: Ti amo Croatian: Volim te Bulgarian: Obicam te Slovak: Ľúbim ťa Maltese: Inhobbok Slovenian: Ljubim te Romanian: Te iubesc Albanian: Te dua Serbian: Volim te Hawaiian: Aloha wau ia’oe Hebrew: Ani ohev otach Hindi: Main tumse pyar karta/i hoon Afrikaans: Ek het jou lief Bengali: Ami tomake bhalobashi