Book 5 Love Languages Review Novels & Stories

“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.”

He is the crazy one. ‘You have read it all?’ he asks. ‘About fifteen times.’ ‘Do you mind if I read it?’ he asks. ‘Nope.’ ‘As if I care ...’ He starts to read it, and I read with him. Even the zillionth time around, it evokes the same feelings. It brings the same feelings of pity and love like it had brought the first time round. Shrey finishes it in about an hour and then rereads certain portions of it, just like Avantika did.

His voice was steady, urgent. It provided a temporary support for her in that broken spot. The first Amina's expression hardened. “There it is.”. Amina looked up. “What?”. “The flaw.”. She pointed at Adrian. “Love.”. The black sun pulsed. The ground beneath them trembled. The first Amina's head started to shimmer.?... “I discovered that love is a weakness when it was too late. It binds. It blinds. It makes gods kneel.”. Her eyes were burned with something old and terrifying.

“But hey mister, you gotta slow down, don't want to get used to this,” “You should,” I blurt out. “Because giving is my love language, Lilah. Brace yourself,” “Gifting is your love language?” she repeats with a hoarse voice. I smirk, pulling out a file and flipping to the front page. “Not just that. I have other intense love language. Like right now, I want to take you hard against the nearest wall.” Her breath catches, and even through the phone, I can almost feel how hard her heart is beating.

“Try to fix what you can’t—protecting me from things I’ve already chosen.” His mouth quirked, a haunted pride in his eyes. “That’s who I am, Ava. My love language is fortress walls.” I laughed quietly, setting the cup down. “And mine is flaming swords.” He grinned, but then his concern returned, and he pressed his palm lightly to my forehead, then down along my scalp, kneading gently at my temples. I melted under his hands—fingers skilled, slow, tracing a pattern only he could read. I closed my eyes, feeling the pain lift a little, the knots in my neck beginning to ease.

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Serenity's eyes filled up at Paige's ordeal. "I'm sorry, I didn't know, Lex, " she said, feeling so foolish. "Let me clear one more thing, Serena. I'm not the type who can harp on the three-lettered words every second of the day. I can't. I will tell you once that I love you very much, more than I love myself. I love you the most in this whole world. I always have and I always will. Hear it well, Serena since I can't repeat it every day. I'm the forever type of guy. I can only love once and it'd be for life," he said, holding her in a tight embrace. "Can you feel my love for you?" He asked.

And yet, he was not letting go, not telling me to get down. He was still a human. It must have been tiring carrying me all the way here, but he was not telling me anything. He didn’t even disturb me and just allowed me to rest on his back. He just kept giving me his time, his warmth, and even his shoulders as if he could feel that tonight, I was anxious. Once, while I was studying with humans as part of the preparation for invading their society, I heard that humans had love languages. Of course, Beatrix and I thought it was funny at first.

For a funny book, I chose a book on types of love language and how to communicate with your partner. By the time Piercy was done, I was sitting by the fire, reading the dark romance book. I felt him hesitate before I looked up. Something was swimming in his eyes before I felt all the desire to run through him. Seeing me in this spot was really triggering a sexual response from him. “Ready?” He asked, sitting down. “I am.” He sat down beside me. Hiding my books, he nodded. “Funny first.” “Okay.” He smiled at me. “One… two… three.” He put his book on my lap and I put his. The book on my lap was about how to organize a party.

she said while pulling me in. "Wow" was all I could say once I saw the inside.The kitchen is my absolute favourite because I love to cook and eat. "It's beautiful right I had the same reaction when your dad brought me here" she said bringing me out of my thoughts. "So I see my girls are getting along perfectly" my dad's voice startled the both of us. "Fuck dad way to give a person a heart attack" I said with my hand on my heart. "Hey watch your language from now on ok" I was so damn shocked like dude seriously no need to act all whatever you acting now.