7 Love Languages Novels & Stories

“Didn’t you ever feel guilty? You knew how much I loved her, yet you kept seeing her behind my back.” I sighed deeply. “After your mother’s death, I thought I’d never fall in love again. I was already old, and I thought I didn’t stand a chance of finding love again, but the moment I met Ben at that bar…it was love at first sight. I felt like I was meeting your mother for the first time because Ben brought back those feelings.”

“Sorry for asking that.” “Baby, you need to understand that you're so much more important than all these. How could I freaking leave the house when you're having a bad day.” Of course I knew there was no way he would leave the house. I didn't know who I was clowning when I decided to ask that question. “Thank you.” I appreciated, a smile finding its way to my lips. Words of affirmation was my primary love language and Stefano never failed to show that he understood that. His words had way of uplifting me, bringing back to Life when I thought I was dead. His words had a way of showering light in my life when I thought everything was bleak.

he said, brushing a kiss to my temple. “I feel like one.” He handed me a small glass vial. Inside was vanilla bean soaked in honey, thick and golden. “For the dessert,” he said. “In case you want it sweeter.” I blinked, then laughed, the sound thin with nerves. “I like that your love language is ingredients.” “And presence,” he added, eyes steady. And it was true. He didn’t hover, didn’t fuss. He just stayed. Present. Grounded. Like gravity—constant, invisible, inescapable. Mine.

: I love you French: Je t’aime Welsh: Rwy’n dy garu di German: Ich liebe dich Portuguese: Amo-te Scottish (Gaelic): Tha gaol agam ort Spanish: Te amo Irish (Gaelic): Gráim thú Dutch: Ik hou van jou Greek: S’agapo Hungarian: Szeretlek Czech: Miluji tě Italian: Ti amo Croatian: Volim te Bulgarian: Obicam te Slovak: Ľúbim ťa Maltese: Inhobbok Slovenian: Ljubim te Romanian: Te iubesc Albanian: Te dua Serbian: Volim te Hawaiian: Aloha wau ia’oe Hebrew: Ani ohev otach Hindi: Main tumse pyar karta/i hoon Afrikaans: Ek het jou lief Bengali: Ami tomake bhalobashi

I ask him. “ Girls love flowers, Elena. It’s an entirely another love language to them.” his eyes shine when he says it as if he was reading a love quote to me. My smile pauses under the edges of my teeth, “ So you love me?” I stare. Just stare like my eyes will go out. “ Doesn’t actions always say what is in the heart? Every action of a person pertains to their heart.” he comes closer and takes the flower from my hands then he whispers, “ Elen, my heart loves you and my heart is me, that makes my action proves it.”

Did I even mean anything to him? “Whenever I felt down or distressed or sad, Fredrick always showed up with something in his hand.” I tell Roman. “I thought his love language was giving gifts or something like that. A bottle of water on a hot day here, hot chocolate on a rainy evening there, soft kisses that steal my breath away. Mind you, that is also a symptom.” I shake my head. “Early morning coffee, afternoon flowers, late night sex.” Is it because my memories seem like they all occurred yesterday? I think I miss him.

Silvan holds his arms out to me, not batting an eyelash when I climb into his lap. “Hi, baby.” He whispers with a lazy smile that makes my heart flutter, “are you okay? Did you get enough sleep?” And because as usual, he has my heart melting like goo, I cannot resist leaning forward to kiss him with all the tenderness I can muster. “I did.” I reply when I finally pull back. “Thank you for making breakfast. I missed you.” I cannot explain the immense joy that floods my system when I see the happy sparks in his eyes. I learned quickly that Silvan's love language is words of affirmation. And I intend to smother him in it as long as it makes him happy.

What is their love language and how do they adapt to each other? For context, a love language is how a person likes to receive affection from a partner, friend, or family member. There are five love languages; Words of Affirmation, Acts of Service, Receiving Gifts, Quality Time, and Physical Touch. Basically; you like compliments, you like when people do things for you, you like gifts, you like when your significant other spends time with you, and you like hugs and kisses and cuddling. There is a difference between what you want and what you give, but usually it lines up and the love language that is yours is how you also show affection to other people.

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.

- To love someone? - No! Talk about it out loud, but I want you to know. I would kill and die for you, Luna. I faced him. - I don't want you to kill anyone and I don't want you to die either. I just want you for me. - I love you! Smile. - I love you more. [...] I woke up hearing voices being whispered, I don't think it was supposed to wake me up, not open my eyes to hear the conversation.