7 Love Languages Novels & Stories

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

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.

I don't think he would wait this long, but I still feel a little disappointed to find that out. When I finally check my phone, it's right on my nightstand, already plugged in. These are the sort of details he has with me that help me believe he's in love with me. His love language consists of helping me do small chores, get things ready for me, it's all about acts of service. As a child who had to be responsible for himself from day one, it's the best feeling in the world. I bounced around from foster family to faster family and care homes in between so much that I had to learn how to be an independent being from back when I was like six.

He smiled at me. "I love you too Kylie. I love you even more." I am speechless. Stunned. My heart gone wild. Imaginary fireworks suddenly puff out of nowhere. Butterflies are back on my stomach. I feel like I'm in heaven. I love Kent so much. My love for him is way deeper than I felt for Jiro before.

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?"

"Don't you think that's absurd? How do you even expect I go about that without eventually getting my ass arrested?" "Listen, it's so simple. You just have to make him fall in love with you and make it hard for him to leave you. After that stage is gone, you just make sure to get pregnant for him and boom, it's all settle. We'll be in riches," "You think that it easy? Why don't you go ahead with your "simple little plan with Mr Ceo" yourself and we shall see the highest bid of your result,"

Leonor came down the stairs looking at me still shyly with all the things he liked on the counter, and letting out a corner smile, but still feeling that the atmosphere was strange : Leonor... I know that maybe now is not the best moment to tell you this, but I never understood what my love language was, I didn't understand what I liked, hoped or did to show my feelings, but I was always shy about them, maybe I was afraid to shout them out to the world, and now I realize that I should have shouted them out to you. I have always tried so hard to repress myself with fear of love that I don't know how to tell you what I feel and now, I am lost, when I look at you, I don't know if there is love,

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.

he recited like he was reading a memorized speech. "Do you even love me?" I asked, I noticed him smile. "I respect you, I admire you, and I find myself looking forward to spending time with you", diverting from my question. "That's not the question". "I am not a romantic but I would work on that, I don't believe love just happens at first sight, I believe it grows and blossoms with time and commitment" Ibrahim replied. "I don't want to lie to you about anything, I don't want to throw the word love around with you, I want to say it when It's going to mean the most '' Ibrahim said pulling up to our parking lot.

Tessa said. “This is my love language. Spending on you, serving you, spending quality time with you, assuring you of my love and not forgetting…” Aaron trailed, sliding his hand around her waist and whispered in his deep raspy voice, “Craving you.”