Book 5 Love Languages Review Novels & Stories

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

The man always looks vibrant to Gracie, this moment especially with his red hair and beard, the blue clothing against the greenery of the trees and river. “What are you reading?” Gracie, taken back a little by his energy and concentration on her, lets out a sigh. “It is a book of nature poems, something with impermanence in the title. It is quite pleasant. It helps remind me to slow down, focus on nature, marvel, and breathe.” “Sounds nice, slow down and focus on nature. I may have to try that some time. You like poetry?” “Yes, I have always liked poetry and writing in general. So, what are you up to?” the woman asks.

I liked that it was just quiet and it was just us on a cold couch staring at each other with our hands wrapped around a warm bowl of good chicken noodles while we contemplated if talking or eating was wiser. “I think cooking is your love language,” May spoke first, breaking the thick silence. “I don’t think cooking is a love language,” I replied, taking a bite of my own cooking. There was a mini-explosion in my mouth. It wasn’t just because the food was good. It was her. The symphony of flavor was not only coming from the food. It was amplified by May. “I am aware that it is not one of the five love languages. What I am saying is that it is your love language. I like it when you cook for me.

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"

But I had nothing left in my body, and instead, the thoughts of someone touching me haunted my dreams. "Flower." A searing touch caressed my skin. Soft, strong fingers traced my skin and I sighed softly. "Sam." I whispered back, smiling at the glorious skin to skin contact. My love language was physical touch, and it had been excruciating not to be touched for so long.

"Was I really that cute?" I pretended to shiver. "Girl, you were so sweet, I felt my bones melting. Seriously, you've got it down—chill when you need to be, but soft when it counts." "Isn't that what guys like?" she said, and her casual comment hit harder than I expected. Here I was, ten years of unrequited love and four years of failure, and Lena was just out here dropping wisdom like it was nothing. "I surrender. You're the master. From now on, I'll call you love guru," I said, still feeling kind of impressed.

“However... How can a barmaid captivate his heart so easily...? She haunted my prince; she may be a witch or sheltered by a witch.” “Perhaps he found the right one...” Karen said, her thoughts going deeper. “Am I not the right one...? What flaw did you find in me...?” raged Nora, tossing the wineglass on the floor of Frozen Crescent. “It’s not about flaw, beauty, strength, or intelligence,” Karen reassured her. “Love is like a unique language... that the right person can only understand and read... if you can’t read that language, you are not the right one...”

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I glance at the clock and see five minutes. “G, we have to go.” “But I haven’t given you my advice.” “It’s okay, you can tell me later,” I say as I grab the bouquet when she grabs my hand. “Wait. I got it. Love language. Learn each other’s love language.” “Thanks, G, but I already know what Tes’s love language is.” “You do? Carlos’s love language is watching sports together. Not my favorite thing, but I do it because I love him. What is Papi’s?”

"That's right. He hated me. I know he hated me. In fact, he was actually quite well-mannered. If he met a pregnant lady on the bus, he would take the initiative to give up his seat for her. He would also help the pregnant lady down the bus. He is usually very gentle to me. He is very nice to me in all the matters that he should be nice to his girlfriend. He has no dark side at all. He also gets along with his colleagues incomparably well in the company. He is that kind of very intelligent boy that is particularly appreciated by his superior. The main thing is that he was fluent in Spanish. I had plenty of colleagues who were quite good in Spanish. However, he was different. The reason he lea