5 Love Languages Novels & Stories

Mostly. Tessa, self-proclaimed relationship expert, had once said over cocktails, “Love languages matter more than chemistry. You can be obsessed with someone, but if they don’t love you the way you need to be loved, it’ll always feel slightly off.” Olivia had laughed at the time. But Tessa had gone on, serious for once. “You have to love someone in their language. Not yours. If they need presence and you give them praise, they’ll still feel alone. If they need touch and you give them gifts, they’ll feel unseen.”

"Cindy, Mitch is a full on 'physical touch' person. It's her primary." "Her primary?" "Yeah, her love language. From 'The Five Love Languages'. We read the teen version in my youth group." I stared at her, befuddled. What the hell was a love language? It sounded like mushy things you wrote in Valentine's Day cards. "You seriously don't know? Go look it up."

She suddenly didn't want to hear his voice at that moment, she didn’t want anything to do with that man at that point. She sighed and answered. "It's the same universal love language: the act of spending quality time together, the daily words of affirmation, the random gifts, different beautiful acts of service, and the last one is physical touch." She answered beautifully, and smiled. She realized she still remembered it in detail.

My ears rang for a second Dad's new what? Somebody hold me cus I am never getting my head wrapped around this. I couldn't comprehend my words, I began to stammer Dad…… did……… what? Dad has had a girlfriend all this while and proposed to her a week before summer break was over. Zoey said And I didn't know? I responded He didn't want to tell you…….. yet, because he knows you wouldn't accept, so I thought you secretly found out and refused to say something but rather put in more anger to fuel him up. Zoey responded

"When someone tells me their husband isn't as loving anymore... my first question wouldn't be 'What did he stop giving you?'" She shook her head. "My first question would be... 'What happened between both of you?'" Silence. "Because marriage isn't only about receiving. It's also about giving." She met Jovi's eyes. "Sometimes giving means listening. It means apologizing first even we didn't feel like we did something wrong. And sometimes it means learning to love someone in the way they understand." She smiled and took a glance of her reflection. "We all need love. We all have different love language. Our love doesn't always look the same. Some people need words. Some people need time. Some n

He asks, furrowing his eyebrows. "What?" "Types," he answers. "You know, of love." "Oh!" I laugh, and he chuckles. "I learned about it in my mandatory psych class first year; there's five. Physical touch, acts of service, gifts, quality time, and words of affirmation," I answer, and he raises his eyebrows. "And....it's what you do to show love or what makes you feel loved." "Kind of both, it's reflected usually in what you do," I answer with a shrug.

While we're eating, Tyler said, "Since you don't know what love language is, let me tell you about it. It means how people prefer to express their love to their partner and how they want to receive it from them." As I was eating the shrimp, I asked, "Then how do we find it? Do we have to experiment with every love language to find ours?" "There's a way to find. Your sign is Leo, right? So, for Leo, the love language is physical touch." I let out a chuckle and said, "How can it be my love language if I hate it? It must be wrong." And continued eating the shrimp. He touched my hand and asked, "Don't you want to know what's mine?"

"Mei I love you," Min said and held my face. "I love how you smile, how even the little things make you smile. You make it so easy to love you. I have gone to work every day and thought of coming back home immediately to be in your arms. I love your scent and the little whimpers you make when you sleep. I love how you fight for whatever you want. I want to end the contract with you and start all over again and be the husband you want. I also want to learn to be the husband you need. I want to be there through everything. I want you to feel my love until I don't need to say it but you know it. I want to make you my everything. Will you be my everything?" he asked me and I hugged me.

“ I..uh….thought you had lost your interest in me because you didn’t act like a love sick puppy all the time….that i expected you to be….….…i wanted you to be clingy to me…..because i thought that’s how people in love would do…..but maybe your love language was different than mine…..your silence meant a lot but i never asked and when you talked i never really listened to you even though i was just beside you…..” “ i failed to notice that with time your love had matured and strengthen that no doubts or insecurities could crack it….unlike mine…. Your love for me was still the same, it’s just your ways of expressing that had changed……you had never questioned me on being friend with my femal

“What do you want?” “You know what I want, sweetheart.” “Oh, get lost!” she cried her eyes finally adjusting to the light and she flung aside her bed aside to peep in the opposite house outside her window. It was of course the house of her caller. But she could see no movement around and she nearly bumped into her wardrobe. Damn Adam Crighton! Damn him to hell and may he never come back. It was the only way he had concocted to get her attention. “How can I? I haven’t said the three magic words yet. I love … you, Rhea.”