7 Love Languages Novels & Stories

i smiled and got out from the bed to read the note. FROM Your handsome husband, TO My loving wife, SUBJECT: Hi babe, Sorry for leaving so early. I have some important meetings with board members. Get discharge letters from hospital soon. George is coming there to pick up you. Waiting for you so badly..... YOUR'S LOVINGLY, AIDEN BLACK. I read it and laughed so badly... Oh god..... my stomach hurts. Then, i sat and ate my breakfast because i felt so hungry in this early morning. Suddenly, i noticed someone entering inside.

Their love story was one for the ages, a testament to the power of connection and creativity. As they hugged, Akira whispered, "I'll paint our love story forever." Taro smiled, knowing their love would be a masterpiece. *The Wedding* Their wedding was a beautiful blend of traditional and modern elements. Akira's art studio was transformed into a stunning venue, filled with flowers, candles, and her vibrant paintings. Taro's colleagues and Akira's friends gathered to celebrate their love. As Akira walked down the aisle, Taro's eyes sparkled with happiness. They exchanged vows, promising to love and support each other through life's joys and challenges.

The chirping of the birds and the relaxing voice of the wind and the soothing vision of the orange colour melted her. An image of Jungkun poured into her mind and light tears ran down her closed eyelids. She whimpered, 'Kuk, what did you do this for? I love you from the bottom of my heart'. She felt a foamy lump in her throat while smelling memories. All of a sudden she heard his voice in her head, 'I love you always, forgive me. I'll do anything to please you. I beg you, stay with me. I'm yours!!

Timothee often thought about her love language after she learned about it way back in college. As far as she knew, there were five love languages. Words of encouragement, spending time, getting presents, acts of service, and physical contact were five various methods of showing and receiving love. Not everyone expressed love in the same manner, and not everyone liked to receive love in the same way.

She needed a break from the usual routine and this show could not have come at a better time. He had a whole weekend planned for them in the city and yes, he’d bought her another dress. He was sure she would look gorgeous in it. He also knew that he shouldn’t push her too hard to accept gifts from him, since she was a proud person and her love language was acts of service and he was considering that touch would also be part of it, considering how guarded she’d been about touch in the beginning…and the fact that she’d run away from him after he’d touched her at the river.

“Forever, even in silence.” I remember our first night together, the way he trembled when he touched me, how he made love to me like he was discovering religion for the first time. He kissed every part of me like I was made of prayers. When it was over, he pressed his forehead to mine and said, “I will never let anything take you from me.” Funny how the world makes liars of lovers. Noah didn’t ask about his father much. And when he did, I’d give vague answers. “He was strong,” I’d say. “Smart. A man of big dreams.” All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie.

which I hated but let slide because he only did it when the sewing machines were humming and the energy in the room felt like we were building something bigger than dresses. James started coming by during the day more, not to hover, he knew better than to hover, but to drop off lunch or to sit in the corner with his laptop while I worked and every time I looked up he’d be there, steady, no questions, no demands, just presence, and it took me a while to understand that presence was his love language, he didn’t say “I love you” twenty times a day, he showed it by staying when things got loud and by leaving space when I needed quiet and by learning that I cut fabric differently when I was anxio

Eli said. “I love you even more”

I asked and she smiled. "Now," "Now?" "Yes, I have work just as early as she does tomorrow," she explained and I sighed resting my head against her shoulder closing my eyes. "We didn't even go to the restaurant," she pointed out pulling our original plans back to memory as her hands moved around my waist. "What's your love language?" I asked softly after a few seconds of comfortable silence. "Quality time," She uttered. "What do you think Sam's is?" I questioned already having an idea. "Physical touch," she responded immediately and I chuckled as I continued to enjoy her comfortable hold. . . . . . . . . . .

Ramina teased. Vina chuckled. "I was so young that time, I acted so childish. But yeah, just think that it was my love language." Ramina's brows furrowed. "What kind of love language is that?" she said, chuckling. Vina pouted. "You know, we could've seen each other for the past years if only mom and dad—" "Vina." Ramina and Vina looked up when they heard their mother's voice. Vina removed her arms around Ramina and seated herself firmly on her seat. Her eyes began to panic and her hands were quivering in fear because she could feel her mother's stare.