Five Love Languages Kindle Novels & Stories

Leonor came down the stairs looking at me still shyly with all the things he liked on the counter, and letting out a corner smile, but still feeling that the atmosphere was strange : Leonor... I know that maybe now is not the best moment to tell you this, but I never understood what my love language was, I didn't understand what I liked, hoped or did to show my feelings, but I was always shy about them, maybe I was afraid to shout them out to the world, and now I realize that I should have shouted them out to you. I have always tried so hard to repress myself with fear of love that I don't know how to tell you what I feel and now, I am lost, when I look at you, I don't know if there is love,

She felt desperate for an answer that would solve her problem. "Can you really be with someone you don't love?" So Ra asked, trying to make her change her mind. "Jason begged me to give him a chance. And well.." Lana paused. "He was a bit manic." "Just do whatever you want! I'm leaving." So Ra stood up slamming her hands into the table, she stormed off leaving Lana looking bewildered. ~~~

" What kind of man do you prefer? What kind of relationship do you want?" " Why are you asking?", " Just. asking". She sighed, "A man with a conscience, a man of integrity, a man that loves me, cares for me, gives me attention, and showers me with affection", " Your love language?", " Physical touch and words of affirmation", " Hm", " I want a relationship where we can wake up in the morning and brush together, a man that can play with my paint, I just want to live a simple and comfortable life",

he said, brushing a kiss to my temple. “I feel like one.” He handed me a small glass vial. Inside was vanilla bean soaked in honey, thick and golden. “For the dessert,” he said. “In case you want it sweeter.” I blinked, then laughed, the sound thin with nerves. “I like that your love language is ingredients.” “And presence,” he added, eyes steady. And it was true. He didn’t hover, didn’t fuss. He just stayed. Present. Grounded. Like gravity—constant, invisible, inescapable. Mine.

“Of course he will. It’s beautiful.” “Is it though?” Leo asks. “I, for one, think it’s gorgeous.” Violet says, smiling at Elara. “It’s a magnificent gift, Elara. Whoever made it did a wonderful job.” “Thank you, Violet. At least someone has taste.” Elara says, moving to her daughter-in-law’s side, giving her two children a smug smile that they only rolled their eyes at. “And you too, Liviana, come here.” She adds, pulling her into her other side, the girl not even questioning it. In the short time they’ve known each other, she could tell Elara’s love language was physical touch, and she had grown used to her behaviors of hugs and holding onto people, and despite the fact that it was somethin

He said the word longing many times, but his touch on Vivi's body conveyed his longing better than words could. "I love you. I love you so much that I'm almost crazy." Darren also said those words of love repeatedly, but the body language and the look he gave Vivi during their intimacy conveyed his feelings of love in a way that felt much more burning than all the words of love he had said to that woman.

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Mostly. Tessa, self-proclaimed relationship expert, had once said over cocktails, “Love languages matter more than chemistry. You can be obsessed with someone, but if they don’t love you the way you need to be loved, it’ll always feel slightly off.” Olivia had laughed at the time. But Tessa had gone on, serious for once. “You have to love someone in their language. Not yours. If they need presence and you give them praise, they’ll still feel alone. If they need touch and you give them gifts, they’ll feel unseen.”

We had been married for five years, and he and I had experienced a lot of things together. Even though at that time he never said I love you to me and treated me somewhat coldly at times, he had never given me a reason to doubt that I was doing something foolish. In fact, he loved our intimate moments; whenever he was at home, he liked me to sit on his lap and let me touch him because my love language was touch.

He had a plan to give her the kind of love she deserved… * * * Ethan and Laura’s story continues in “A Wonderful Kind of Love” now available on GoodNovel. Swipe to the next chapter to read a preview!