Five Love Languages Kindle Novels & Stories

He wiped my tears and told me, "Don't cry leku..I really don't mean to say that way..You are really looking beautiful for me..I don't see any ugliness in your face..Truth to be told first I don't like you or your touch..I just did everything for your property..But now I don't know what happen to me..I love to hear your voice..I love to feel your warmth..I love to see your smile..I love to hug you..I love to see your glare..I just want to keep you happy..But this does not mean that I love you.."

“ I don’t ever want divorce to be an option for you are we clear.” “ I was ready to file for separation .” “Jane’s brother shredded the papers .You are my wife . I said yes to you . I promised for better or for worse and all those things .” “ Ha ha and all those things ?” “ You know what I mean. I might not be good with words , but I am good at showing how I feel.” “ Your love language.” “ Yes Bella . “

[translation: It was said by the dare. “Pero sólo decía un beso!” Krysie can't help but raise her voice. [translation: But only said a kiss!] “Quiero más que un beso, Krysie.” Hunter's eyes dropped on her lips shamelessly in front of many people! [translation: I want more than a kiss, Krysie.] “O-Okay…why does it feel like they're talking in their love language?” The host chuckled. “Are you in a relationship with Mr. Hunter that's why you don't let this guy over here kiss your cheeks?”

I shook my head, setting aside the bowl of ramen noodles we were having for dinner, and then I cupped the side of his face, bringing those green eyes to me. My breath hitched. My God, Is it healthy for the hearts to be this way, to stutter and flip and jump whenever I'm with him? “You, Kellan Langston, are worthy of love,” I said, my voice serious. “You, Kellan Langston, are worthy of my love, and You will succeed, because you are so smart, you are relentless, you are amazing, and I am grateful to have you in my life.” His eyes turned glassy, when Kellan spoke again; his deep voice was raspy.

The paper crackled beneath my fingers, revealing a sleek box of chocolates, glossy and dark, like they belonged in a gourmet shop window. Dennis watched me closely. “Too on the nose?” “I told you guys we should’ve gotten roses,” Noah said. “She hates it,” Wesley muttered like he already regretted everything. My eyes lifted to his, and I gave a quiet laugh. “You really do give gifts to everyone, don’t you?” I said. “That’s your thing.” Wesley gave a crooked smile. “What, is it that obvious?” “Gifts must be your love language,” I murmured. “Chocolate’s mine.”

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.

"You are hard to forget. I've only gone on one date with you and that was for an auction and for charity you made my night special. " " We didn't sleep together. " " That's what made it special. " I chuckled a bit flashing back to that charity event . " Ha ha your love language is physical touch . " " My life always feels like a movie even when there are no cameras I'm always in performance mode. " "You and Daniel drink from the same well. " " You seem to have a soft spot of the broken ones ." " Beautifully broken ." "We are here . " " Thanks for the ride . "

“Don’t, ever, tell me what to do. Understand? And I’ll award you the same curtesy. I’ll do what I like, when I like. You don’t own me. Got it?” “You’re bossy.” “So are you.” I lean back and Jared shifts into a sitting position. “So, whats a love language?” “The type of things you need to feel a connection. There are 5: words of affirmation, physical touch, receiving gifts, quality time, acts of service. They’re all pretty self explanatory.” “How do you know all of this?” I ask amused with a smirk. “Danika made us do a quizz one night when she was bored. It has helped me on more than one occasion.”

She suddenly didn't want to hear his voice at that moment, she didn’t want anything to do with that man at that point. She sighed and answered. "It's the same universal love language: the act of spending quality time together, the daily words of affirmation, the random gifts, different beautiful acts of service, and the last one is physical touch." She answered beautifully, and smiled. She realized she still remembered it in detail.

"Cindy, Mitch is a full on 'physical touch' person. It's her primary." "Her primary?" "Yeah, her love language. From 'The Five Love Languages'. We read the teen version in my youth group." I stared at her, befuddled. What the hell was a love language? It sounded like mushy things you wrote in Valentine's Day cards. "You seriously don't know? Go look it up."