Novel & Cerita Five Love Languages Kindle

Mr. Decha Tongchai has two children, whom he adores so much. His children were the only treasure left by his wife who passed away due to illness. One has been following his steps in the business world and already have a family while the other one was a rebel who cut ties with them to follow his heart and passion through music like his late mother, where he met his wife and have a family.

he says with a genuine smile and grabs me for a hug, “I love that you’re putting in an effort, I promise it’s going to pay off.” Whenever he says that, it means he’s going to find a way to spend money on me. I truly can’t hate him; that’s his love language. He might be shit in a lot of ways, but he tries his best to show appreciation with money, and I used to love his gifts. I probably still will.

Raul began to play, "I once told myself that you're worth more than you appear, But I don't know why my heart won't stop hurting." He began singing. "You can leave if that's what you really want." "So, if you ever get tired of seeing me alone, Maybe I'm wrong." "And you know I can do this For I've known you longer than anyone else. All that I need from you is to say "yes". I want you to take this chance." He continued to sing and everyone clapped. Some girls even stood up, cheering for the young man.

Nonetheless, when Reynold's company faced financial problems years ago, I went everywhere to meet potential investors, trying to secure enough funding to help him through the crisis. I worked late nights preparing proposals and drafting contracts, often too busy to eat, which led to serious stomach problems. I had also gone through endless fertility treatments, my arms covered in bruises from hormone injections, all because I wanted to give us a child. Despite all this, I could not keep any of our five babies, and my body had ballooned up, growing heavier and uglier. It was no wonder he did not like me anymore. The current me was undesirable for any man, and my heart ached terribly.

"It's knowing that I don't have a single fucking chance of you loving me back, because I'm a criminal. Where would be the future with us right, why would you settle for such a low life like me?" He lifts his hands and brushes a strand of my hair that got on my face and places it behind my ear. He then guides a finger on my cheek then my lips, his eyes following the movement. His eyes then raise to lock with mine before he whispers. "I love you so much Ryn that it physically hurts. I didn't plan on falling for you so hard that now all I think about is you and only you. Those fucking feelings are so new to me that I don't even know how to react to them. Shit Ryn you've made me fall in love wit

With every beat, I am more and more afraid of what he's going to say. "I would love nothing more than to have you touch me." He says finally, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my trembling lips. But I don't want you to touch me out of obligation or as payback. That implies that you owe me something for being with me. And you owe me nothing." He places a featherlight kiss on my lips that has me wanting to melt into a puddle in his arms.

I asked, still with my eyes closed in irritation. I can't vent it. I can't tell him I'm not okay. I couldn't because Jordan loved me so well in his own way, and sex probably wasn't the main factor in making our relationship work. But the wild side of me wanted it. Physical touch is my love language, and also we are not people from the East, we are westerners where sex is a natural thing. Jordan's always avoiding makes me feel annoyed and makes me think bad. I'm afraid that the reason behind him not wanting to touch me more is because he has another woman and doesn't want to touch anyone but that woman.

“So don’t blame him if he’s been harsh.” I stared at him, disbelief written all over my face. “Harsh?” I repeated. “He kidnapped me.” The man shrugged slightly, like that detail was minor. “He just wants to keep you beside him,” he said. “That’s his love language.” I let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh. “Well, that explains a lot,” I said bitterly. “Nothing says love like abduction.” He didn’t smile. “So it’s better you understand him,” he finished. “It will make things easier.”

she uttered coquettishly. Christian only shrugged a shoulder and then dotingly enunciated, "As long as it is for you, it would never be a waste. You're mistaken if you think it would not be worth it. They are precious memories of the people so dear to you; now they are mine, too. And I don't want you to think it will be a waste of money." Upon hearing that, Eunice couldn't suppress her sentiment; the corner of her eyes moistened. After Mirasol becomes a widow, she is reunited with her first love.

It was a simple moment, but I felt truly happy that I was sharing this meal with him As we finished, I felt a sense of happiness and gratitude towards the man seated in front of me. "Thank you, Alpha Abel. This was exactly what I needed." He nodded, his expression gentle. "Anytime. All you have to do is ask me, and I will, you see, acts of service is my love language." "And physical touch is mine," I said as I walked over to him to engulf him in a hug . After a few minutes, I pulled away and kissed him on the cheeks