7 Love Languages Novels & Stories

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I felt my cheeks warming up because of that. “I-I want to engage with you in that way, but I feel like I am not attractive enough because I am immature, ugly, and—” Lowell cupped my mouth before caressing my cheeks, “You have to stop talking because you are hurting me with your words.” “I love everything about you, what is there to hate?” He added, making my eyes widen as he pulled me inside of his room. “T-Then why? Why are we not kissing and hugging a lot when you know physical touch is my love language!” I sobbed.

"Really? You're not confusing my belly fat layer with a baby bump, are you? I've been eating well since I moved here, and it's made me gain weight." Richard chuckled amusedly. "No, it's something different. You can feel the surface of your stomach is a bit hard, can't you?" Richard helped me to find what he was saying. That's right, I felt the same way. Although it didn't look bulging, it was already starting to feel hard. Richard stroked my stomach comfortingly. Richard's tense expression had now started to relax and soften. Does Richard like this type of activity? Sometimes, Richard doesn't just want to make me feel comfortable. It's because he also has a physical touch type of love langua

And it read thus; “There are five love languages; Quality time, Words of affirmation, Act of service, Gifts and Physical touch”“Quality time” “Try to always be available whenever he wants to talk to you and vice verse. Attention is very very important in a relationship. In the absence of quality attention, one could literally loose interest” “Word Of Affirmation” While she was typing the explanation of word of affirmation I guess, I broke in. “No, no” “That's not what I am requesting for. Zane and I talk every blessed day; we understand eachotherproperly"

I asked as our day together came to an end and I was driving back to the house. "Love is the only word with thousands of descriptions. It doesn't have just one meaning, my child. Love is putting someone else's needs before yours. Love is understanding and respect. Love is kindness and admiration. Love is joy, laughter and humility. It's never unkind and boastful, or hurtful or painful. Love is everything good and nothing bad."

Goosebumps poured all over my back, opening my neck for his caressing voice. I swallowed to stay focused on the conversation but blurted the first thing that sprang up. “What's your love language?” I could barely whisper, my mind absorbed by his thick digit gliding along my loveline. “Guess,” he said, his voice huskier than a second ago. And I could no longer ignore his burning gaze. The intensity of his desires scorched my insides. Those blue sapphires shackled me as he licked the deep V between my fingers, the hot tip of his tongue dipping in….

Heaven only knows what had gotten into him those years back when he had suddenly realized that he loved her. They had known each other forever; having practically been brought up together. But it was only on her twenty first birthday that Adam had suddenly realized that he had to-get-her. And just to prove it, he had been regularly calling her every morning at six o’clock to tell her that he loved her! At first, Rhea had treated the whole thing as a joke but Adam had still persisted and Rhea had grown tired of the game.

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Her eyes filled with a certain kind of affection I couldn't place. But when Hunter got down on one knee, she looked like she was about to pass out. Hunter lifted the tiny box up with both hands and began speaking. " Michelle. We've known each other for a long while and I swear I've never been glad to meet anyone as much as I have. I want your face to be the one that I wake up to, I want your laugh to be the only thing that keeps me at ease, I want to watch you grow old and tell stories to your grandchildren. I want us to conquer the world together. So would you do me the honors and be the wife to an idiot like me?" He concluded and opened the box to reveal a diamond that sparkled even from m

I step out of the car and approach slowly, fingers tracing the engraved letters: “Olivia Kingsley, beloved daughter, wife and mother, always in our hearts.” I kneel, resting my hands on the cool stone. A bouquet of fresh lilies, her favorite, rests against the base. I had picked them up on the way here, the soft fragrance a small comfort amidst the storm in my chest.