7 Love Languages Novels & Stories

“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.

“Chloe, the doctor said Hendrick isn’t going to make it. He’s been calling your name. Please, go in and talk to him.” When I walked into the room, it was like Hendrick sensed my presence. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I stood over him, our roles reversed, everything completely different from before. Hendrick tried to speak, his voice barely a whisper. I had to lean in close to hear him. “Chloe, did you ever love me?” I looked at him and replied, slowly and clearly, “You don’t deserve his heart.” After the bidding meeting, I received a flood of offers from different companies, but I turned them all down.

Athena says in my head. “You do not know, men will do and say anything to get what they want”, I started standing up. “Humans, no matter what form werewolves, vampires, are not like real wolves that cherish their mates. For us humans, it does not happen and if it does, like my mom and dad, then you are truly blessed”, I told Athena as we walked towards the woods again. Maybe she did not know human men. She was a wolf after all. “They love us, you’ll see. I feel the mate bond with Cayden”

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?”

"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.

Xavier doesn't want Lita to misunderstand Keysha, so he thinks he needs an explanation. "Maybe Keysha also has a lover, so she acts too kind. So, when you know she has a lover, you can't be angry because Keysha has already cultivated goodness. Mother's advice: don't trust Keysha's sweet mouth too much." Lita apparently doesn't like women who marry Xavier, for fear that Xavier will change direction. So, Lita tries to wash Xavier's mind.

"Not tonight," That night went well and many more nights after that. I was in love with him. Every other night we would make love in our room. Sometimes in the kitchen or even in his office. Amol had all five love languages. I don't know how I got so lucky that I ended up with him.

I believe in love, because it exists, I may not have experienced it yet, but I am not looking for it, I let it find me and maybe it will make me a new person. We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it.

Sienna Carter has three rules: keep her grades high, avoid drama, and never—ever date an athlete. But when a cheating ex shatters her pride, a transfer to Northgate University throws her straight into the path of Scott McCall, Alpha, quarterback, and campus golden boy. From the first clash, it’s war: football team versus cheer squad, Alpha versus Alpha. Then a scandal threatens Scott’s career, and his only way out is a fake relationship with the one girl immune to his charm. What starts as a game of pretend turns dangerously real. Rivalry becomes chemistry, banter becomes fire, and with sabotage lurking in the shadows, Sienna and Scott must decide if their fake bond is strong enough to sur

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.”