7 Love Languages Novels & Stories

Her smile thinned, like I’d just confirmed everything she suspected. But I didn’t shrink. I set my fork down gently, leaning forward just enough. “Mrs. Vance, I know I don’t come from your world. But Liam didn’t fall in love with me because of where I studied or what my parents did. He fell in love with me because of who I am.” The room went quiet, the only sound that could be heard was of a servant adjusting the cutlery. Elaine glanced at Liam, like she was checking if I was telling the truth.

I watched him soothe Lyra while she shouted at me from his arms. "What's wrong with me loving Kaelen? Our souls are drawn to each other! I never meant to challenge your place! I just want to be with the werewolf I love! Is that a crime? "Yes, you met him a few years earlier than I did, but time doesn't decide everything! True mates are about soul resonance, not who showed up first! "Elara, I love him more than you do! My love burns hotter than yours!" Emotion flickered across Kaelen's face, and he held her even tighter.

Not that she doesn’t truly love me, but just because she can’t express herself. Obviously, we are different, because she can’t do what I expect her to do, but I love her so much. I love her so much that I can’t even picture myself with anyone else but her. As everyone possesses the pros and cons, she also has ones. She knows how to love, but she doesn’t know how to express herself. Normally, our love language among the five love languages is Quality Of Time. We can spend hours cuddling but not talking to each other!

Ticking them off on his fingers as he spoke, Eason explained, “The basic emotions of human beings are sadness, love, happiness, fear, disgust, and anger.” Nyla shook her head. “I have never felt any of these emotions, Eason. I wouldn’t know how to.” Eason stared, sizing her up. “I don’t believe that. Maybe you haven’t been able to name them, but I’m sure you’ve felt them before. You must have.” “You have more faith in me than I do.” “No, I think I have just enough faith, Nyla.” His eyes bore into her, and she squirmed. “Let’s start with the easiest emotion. It’s unlike any of the others and easier to describe, so it’ll be easiest for you to identify.”

Money had never been a problem for me but love has always been. Once I arrived at the company, I parked my car and then head to my office. Walking into the building, as usual, I was greeted with numerous smiles, greetings, and whispers. I opened the door to my cabin there he was standing right in front of me with an angry face "You are late, Miss manager" He said. I walked in his direction as I kept my bag on the table "Sorry Jeffery, I over_" "Slept." He finished the sentence. "This is the fifth time you’re late this month and the worst of it is that the month just started." He growled

James stood silently, trying to process Abraham's words. "James, understand that sometimes the true act of love is to give up that which we most desire. If you insist on keeping Meg by your side, without being able to offer her a future, you will end up suffocating her. It's not fair to her, or to you, or with Angelina," Abraham explained, approaching the boy with empathy and understanding. "I don't know what to do." "Do what is right."

That might be an exaggeration, maybe seven, but I enjoyed every part of it and I couldn’t stop devouring Zion with my eyes. This was a man who understood princess treatment and knew how to give. I let out a chuckle when I recalled when I had asked him his love language, and he replied with ‘Acts of service and quality time’. I was red when he asked mine, and I simply replied with ‘receiving gifts and funds of affirmation.’ Well, you can’t judge me, quality time, physical touch and acts of service used to be mine before Ace Kings showed up and made me realize that such things shouldn’t exist in a lady’s dictionary.

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

“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.