7 Love Languages Novels & Stories

That wall vanished into thin air with the shift. They are the happiest they have ever been. Theo seeks her out at every possible moment he can. His love language is touch, she noticed. Even when they are in public, he would graze the sleeves of her dress, sometimes her hair to make his presence known, as if she would ever need a reminder.

She smiles, snuggles closer and I put my hands around her. ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you more.’ ‘I love you so much.’ ‘I love you so much more.’ ‘I love you so freaking much.’ ‘I love you so freaking much more.’ Yes, we are silly and we like saying these things to each other. We are in love and we are allowed to be like that. People who are not in love can just

She had different suitors but curved them all because of him. That was the power of love to her,she loved him so much that she wasn't ready to let go of him. She understood that most men weren’t able to communicate their feelings properly. Saying words like I love you or I want to be with you was so hard for them. When Mrs Sonja had threatened to find someone else if Mr Sonja wasn’t serious about the relationship, he buckled up and learnt to communicate better. It was all about understanding your partner's love language.

“Mrs. Chapman, it may be outside of my duties, but please know that Mr. Chapman loves you. His mind is always with you.” I snort, and I can’t even help the smirk from forming. I am guessing this assistant doesn’t know my contract with Liam. “You don’t believe it,” he states. “I am married to your employer, so yeah, I know it.” He looks at me, his eyes showing scrutiny. “Mr. Liam knows that giving time is one way to show love. However, his primary love language is showering his loved ones with gifts. I hope you are aware of that, Mrs. Chapman.”

"Anyway, that's it. I've already given you the money. You can do what you want!" "Mom --" Liu Liu's cry was high and sharp, even broken. She hugged Liu Cui's arm, and Liu Cui was staggered by the sudden force. "Mom... please..." Liu Liu screamed and hugged Liu Cui's arm. It seemed that what she wanted to hold was not an arm, but a home she could never return to. He is grumpy but loves her father. Although he prefers sons to daughters, he will still take good care of her mother and her naughty brother.

"Me?" Stefani nodded. "I haven't heard you say it to me. Not even once..." Jacob gently brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, a smile playing on his lips. "Why do I need to say it when I can show you every day?" "But saying it is different, you know... Some people have the love language of words of affirmation—" Before she could finish her sentence, Jacob kissed her and spoke loudly, "I love you." Stefani was stunned, her eyes wide with surprise. But her amazement only grew as he repeated himself, "I love you. Let me know if you want to hear it, and I'll say it to you over and over again."

I don't like other people calling me a sweetie or any other nickname; I just like it when he does it, when he did it. Damn, why do I miss him? Why do I miss his voice, the way he looked at me, his gestures, his hugs, his kisses, all his cute caresses and nicknames he told me? I don't want to miss him, I don't want to feel I don't want anything with him, I don't want to remember "Are you all right?" He asks, somewhat confused and also upset at my expression.

“You know you have to meet him if you want us to get married.” “Are you proposing to me, pretty girl?” “Shut up and think of what will happen when Luke sees you again.” That seemed to do the trick. Caspian had all five love languages down; physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, gifts, and quality time. He was dedicated to making me fall for him but then again, that was the same reason I fell in love with him then. To think that a man involved in the mafia could love so purely; back then and now as well. I yawned but I forced myself to stay awake.

He said and I frowned. "Those are the worst qualities in a man!" I argued. "Oh please, will you rather have a cheating man who doesn't give a flying fuck about you, think about it and you will see that it's also a love language," He remarked. Mark doesn't love me, or does he? "Your own definition of love language is different from mine, I think obsession and being possessive is unnecessary. Love is enough and love heals it doesn't destroy or hurt anyone" I enunciated.

he asked, gesturing to the cupcakes. I picked one up, taking a small bite, the sweetness melting on my tongue. “These are amazing,” I said after I relished on the taste, my eyes lighting up. Perhaps he knew how starved I used to be in the pack, so he knew that my love language was going to be food. He was using it to find himself a way into my heart, and I hated that it was working. “You look beautiful,” he said quietly, his voice full of sincerity as he stared at me with the same twinkle like he was gazing up at stars.