5 Love Languages Novels & Stories

"When did you ever feel like you loved me?" "HMP, maybe at Casino Clique when I took off my clothes for you, but I just can't admit it right away because I don't want to admit it and I don't know anything about love. Until Zaki shows what love is, to me. I mean, for him love is about fighting something you truly want, for you, love is about pleasure. Am I right? " "HMP, no, for me, love is always you." "TSS damn!" "I love you always, I've loved you since I saw you again in the limelight and kissed you in the bathroom. Since then, I've been looking for a way to have you. All this time, all I ever think is you, Ian." He sobbed.

I asked as our day together came to an end and I was driving back to the house. "Love is the only word with thousands of descriptions. It doesn't have just one meaning, my child. Love is putting someone else's needs before yours. Love is understanding and respect. Love is kindness and admiration. Love is joy, laughter and humility. It's never unkind and boastful, or hurtful or painful. Love is everything good and nothing bad."

Asher said, half laughing. I sighed, “it’s the way people express their love. Like with you, I touch you, to show you, I love you. Some people make food to express their love, or buy things or some say I love you or other nice things. Or some do things for the person they love.” “What’s my love language?” Asher asked, winking at me. “Well, you did a lot for me to prove me you love me. So I guess that?” Asher walked towards me and lifted me up, grabbing me by my ass. “You sure it’s not the way I touch you?”

“Don’t, ever, tell me what to do. Understand? And I’ll award you the same curtesy. I’ll do what I like, when I like. You don’t own me. Got it?” “You’re bossy.” “So are you.” I lean back and Jared shifts into a sitting position. “So, whats a love language?” “The type of things you need to feel a connection. There are 5: words of affirmation, physical touch, receiving gifts, quality time, acts of service. They’re all pretty self explanatory.” “How do you know all of this?” I ask amused with a smirk. “Danika made us do a quizz one night when she was bored. It has helped me on more than one occasion.”

Maxine explained the rules, "Each of you will confess your love in five different languages. And, darling, it's not just about translating 'I love you'! You gotta sell it, make it sexy, make it swoon-worthy!" The couples exchanged nervous glances, but Maxine assured them, "Don't worry, loves, it's all in good fun! And, of course, the losers get to enjoy a nice cup of scotch... on the rocks, naturally!" Drake, ever the romantic, stepped up first. "Mon amour, Evelyn, je t'aime plus que tout." (French) Evelyn blushed, and Maxine cheered, "Ooh la la! Drake, you're a natural!"

I don't like other people calling me a sweetie or any other nickname; I just like it when he does it, when he did it. Damn, why do I miss him? Why do I miss his voice, the way he looked at me, his gestures, his hugs, his kisses, all his cute caresses and nicknames he told me? I don't want to miss him, I don't want to feel I don't want anything with him, I don't want to remember "Are you all right?" He asks, somewhat confused and also upset at my expression.

He moved closer to her, now resting his butt on the slab and looking ahead of the large centre table. "You don't have to perceive it." She glanced at her toes and wiggled them, wishing he would leave already. "Right." He moved again, closing up the space between them. "What's your love language?" "Communication." She replied, running her tongue over her teeth. "But you don't do much of that, do you?" He inquired, inclining his head at her, glancing down at her lips. Erin shook her head, skin-crawling at the contact both the skin of their arms made.

In fact, Uri also wanted to know what it would be like to be sucked out blood, when he was finished being sucked, whether he would die or not. In his mind he subconsciously recalled the story of vampires he had previously read. It tells the story of forbidden love between vampires and wolves. The male protagonist is the only son of the vampire lord, while the female protagonist belongs to the wolf tribe, living in the deep forest all year round. Vampires and wolves were then arch-rivals, both sides holding long-held grudges. There were occasional fights between the two clans, which made the feud between the two sides even more serious. The male lead and female lead initially fall in love sec

if only i can. "What if.. what if.. I already love you?" He asked me. My fvcking heart won't stop its wild beat and I know it sounds so gay but fvck! Butterflies on stomach is fvcking really! Oh my! Oh my! Oh my! I didn't see this one coming. I crossed the distance between our faces and gave her a kiss. Making her feel that I am feeling the same. I've been in love with her for a very long time, ever since I was fourteen and she's sixteen.

“So, you're telling me that your fat girlfriend threw a birthday for you? Adrian baby, you told me you'd break up with the bitch already. You don't love me.” “Lily baby, I love you.” Adrian called out cooingly. He even wrapped his hand around her tiny waist, while using the other to stroke her hair lovingly. An action he had never done with me. He always made excuses that physical touches weren't his love language. Here he was, not only touching her hair and waist, but she was placing her entire ass on his thighs. Lily pouted her lips and spoke in a cringe voice that was way softer than the first, as though she was trying to sound like a baby.