5 Love Languages Novels & Stories

She felt desperate for an answer that would solve her problem. "Can you really be with someone you don't love?" So Ra asked, trying to make her change her mind. "Jason begged me to give him a chance. And well.." Lana paused. "He was a bit manic." "Just do whatever you want! I'm leaving." So Ra stood up slamming her hands into the table, she stormed off leaving Lana looking bewildered. ~~~

Timothee often thought about her love language after she learned about it way back in college. As far as she knew, there were five love languages. Words of encouragement, spending time, getting presents, acts of service, and physical contact were five various methods of showing and receiving love. Not everyone expressed love in the same manner, and not everyone liked to receive love in the same way.

Love. Love. Love.

She needed a break from the usual routine and this show could not have come at a better time. He had a whole weekend planned for them in the city and yes, he’d bought her another dress. He was sure she would look gorgeous in it. He also knew that he shouldn’t push her too hard to accept gifts from him, since she was a proud person and her love language was acts of service and he was considering that touch would also be part of it, considering how guarded she’d been about touch in the beginning…and the fact that she’d run away from him after he’d touched her at the river.

She had never seen someone speak like this about love. "I think we can and that's a hill I am willing to die on." "Love is a very strong emotion. We can't just wake up and choose who and who not to love." Emma explained in an attempt to convince Eric. "We can learn to love people therefore it's controllable." Emma shook her head"I disagree with you there," "My parent have been married almost 30 years in an arranged marriage and they are living alright. They learnt to love themselves." "That's definitely not how love works."

"Let's go. First stop—shoes. Buy as many as you want. Anything that makes you smile." The moment those words left my mouth, her eyes lit up even more. That was exactly what she wanted to hear. With women like Carol, money was the sweetest kind of love language. Spend enough, and she'd hand over her heart without a second thought. She beamed and gave me a loud kiss on the cheek. "You're the best!" I chuckled and pinched her chin. "First I'm ‘bad,' now I'm ‘the best'? You're a fickle little thing."

‘How to express your emotions clearly and win her heart’ I read through the article, word for word, most of which contains emotional jargon that I do not understand, but I keep reading. It talks about five types of love languages. ‘Physical touch, quality time, word of affirmation, act of service and Receiving gifts. The best way to express your feelings is through words of affirmation. Examples are compliments, encouragement, love notes or saying I love you frequently’ I painstakingly read through page by page, digesting and understanding every word. I only show love to Kim by buying her gifts—which I did not deliver personally; the other four are what I need to work on. Even though I do no

“That doesn’t matter. “He says with a roll of his eyes, and I smile. “I’m glad you’re alright, Lucas…. “I say and he grins. “I am too. It’ll suck to die without witnessing the pinacle of you and David’s love story. “He says, and I freeze. “I don’t love, Lucas. “I say, and he rolls his eyes. “I thought we’d passed this bridge. You are in love with David. The sooner you accept that, the less torture you’ll face. You want that boy so badly, you’ll burn this entire state down if it ensures your permanent hold on him. “He replies, and I cross my arms across my chest and look away. “That’s not love. “I reply, and he scoffs. “For you? That’s the purest form of love. Your love language is… rather pe

Go on. What is it? I'll say it tomorrow. Good night buttercup. I still miss you ❤ 😑 Fine. Goodnight Dylan. And I don't still miss you. 😂😂 You really insist on Dylan. Alright then. 💔 don't be harsh 😂😂 😂 Okay, I might miss you. ❤ ☺☺ My greetings to my baby. Tell Louie I still love her. And I love you too. Sure would, she'll like that.

I guess I should be happy Jeremy was so protective of Eugene. "Hey. Watch it, Brian. And It's Jeremy." He snarled, giving Eugene a piggy back ride. I cocked my eyebrow at that, he shrugged. Our love languages were different, where mine was mostly physical touch, Jeremy's love language was excessive caring. As different as they were, our love languages had something similar. They were both over bearing. "Yeah, whatever. Get out of Greg's room." I said, shooing them out of the room.