Five Love Languages Review Novels & Stories

The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the sweetness of the moment. “Thank you. But you know this is all unnecessary, right?” I said, pulling away from his embrace. He chuckled. “You tell me this every year, but does it ever change?” He asked. “Ok, that’s fair. Your love language is giving gifts, I get it.” I said, and with a playful snap of my fingers, a beautiful vase filled with water appeared. I gently placed the golden roses into it, their delicate petals unfolding like tiny rays of sunshine.

"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."

This caught Zayn by surprise as she had never been the one to make the first move. She was already naked underneath her oversized T-shirt, making it easier for him. He slowly let to fingers inside her and could feel the juices she had inside. Once both were undressed, he got on top and slowly let himself inside her, taking in her soft moans as she held on to the sheets. The second thing they shared in common was that they love making love to each other. That was exactly what they did that night until they fell asleep in each other’s arms. **** Javyn Andrew’s billion-dollar company was marking fifty years in business, and for weeks, that was all the Andrew family would talk about.

Rey began Ever since the sleep over, I've noticed changes in my world. I continue to be pleasantly surprised as I discover more about you, yet there is still so much that I'd like to know. I get excited at the thought of spending more time with you because our time together will help me to learn more about you. Already, I'm learning that we have so much in common. I enjoy our differences, but I'm happy that we share so many similar opinions and experiences. Whatever differences exist can only broaden our horizons and our outlook on life. I've lost interest in seeing anyone else, Issa, because I'm falling in love with you! Please make me the happiest man in Earth by becoming my Girlfriend.

I'm still alive! Their mouths opened when I said that. Some of them looked at my condition, placing their palms on my forehead. "Oh my god, Pelrm. Are you still alive? Ten shots? You're going crazy! " Amy patted my cheek. "What are you? It's just basic to me, but it's still not enough. " I just ignored them and watched the couples hanging out here in the cafeteria. God... Valentine's Day is over; why is there more like this?! "Bitter?"

“Third question, what’s my love languages?” “Physical touch, words of affirmation, quality time, gifts, basically all of them.” “Would you say you show all of these to me?” “Of course baby and if I’m lacking in any of it, I always want you to tell me.” Anna smiled at him, love symbols in her eyes. “You do and I appreciate it even though my stubborn ass doesn’t deserve it half of the time.” “Yeah you’re right.” Anna glared at him, both of them laughing. “Asshole, you’re not supposed to agree. Anyway, fourth question, is there a certain behaviour that you want me to change?”

"I didn't know you two went to New York or that you'd started going out. I never saw the good parts... I guess I should have trusted that you'd never go all-in on only the bad." "And maybe have some faith in Kent too," I point out, and he nods, thinking things over for a minute. "This is still weird," he clarifies. "You two shouldn't... this shouldn't work. You used to hate each other, I nearly broke up fistfights over the dishwasher not being loaded multiple times." "It turns out Kent's love language is making a mess." "And Juls's is a crippling organization addiction," Kent cuts in, which earns him an elbow to the side. "It's true, you fucking know it."

“I need this party to go well tonight. I feel like my whole success is banking on this. I need these people to love me.” “Of course, they will love you,” Imogen said softly as she walked closer to her friend. “You are amazing and you are charming and you are smart. You know what you are doing.” She placed a hand on Maeve’s shoulder, rubbing it kindly. “And if they don’t love you, you’d at least make them respect you.” “Yeah, yeah.” Maeve waved if off dismissively. She glanced up at Imogen, forcing a smile out. “I’m fine, I’m going to be fine.”

“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.

my chest was hit with a pang of guilt, “you didn't have to do this,” “Why?” “Well because…” We had never explicitly said we wouldn't try long distance relationship, but we both knew that wouldn't work out. Varian was big on physical touch, it was his main love language. I couldn't bear to imagine him physically craving for me till it hurt, and I would miss him terribly too. Perhaps it worked out for others, but definitely not us. “It's nothing, thank you…” He pressed a kiss of the back of my head; “You're welcome,”