Love In Signs Novels & Stories

Because my love was forever frozen at the age of 20. It wasn’t until later that I found out Felix had signed an organ donation form long ago. **May 17, XXXX** *Chloe’s heart condition flared up again today. It scared me to death. The doctor said she really needs a transplant, but we can’t find a match.* **July 14, XXXX** *I turned 18 today. I signed the organ donation form, but I didn’t tell her. This way, she has another chance to live.* …… His diaries were concise, but reading them made my eyes well up with tears.

I choked when I finally figure out the sign. I hastily turn around and I was in debelief when Grey Grey was already on his one knee and showing me a black box with a meteor sized ring inside. "I would love to make this proposal extravagant precious but I figure out you would not like that. As the sign says. My precious, My love and My life. Will you marry me?" I am now already a crying mess at this point. I wordlessly nodded. "I need a verbal answer precious." Greyson teased. "Y-es!" I blubbered.

“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.”

“Don’t play coy. Those marks are unmistakable.” Fello unlocked her phone screen. “Let’s see what love bites mean,” she said with a grin. “Don’t!” I said. She ignored my protest, cleared her throat, and read, "Typically, a 'love bite' refers to a mark on the skin caused by biting, sucking, or kissing, often on the neck or other areas, usually during passionate moments between romantic partners. It's also known colloquially as a hickey.” Rebecca leaned her head closer to Fello’s phone and read, “It’s a sign of affection, usually between two people in a relationship. It can also be a sign of dominance and used as a form of control. In some cases, it can be a sign of violence.”

“Say it.” Nira took a breath, steeling herself. “True love’s mark.” I squinted at her. “You’re joking. That’s just a fairy tale.” She shook her head. “It’s real. If the bond was made by corruption, only love... real, no-strings love can break it. A soul mark. Has to be freely given, no tricks, no blood ties. Just... chosen love.” I blinked, trying to process. “You mean like a mate mark?”

more times than I could count. “I’ve never been more sure,” I whispered. Afterward, we lay tangled in each other, skin against skin, heart against heart. And then.. we did something stupid. Beautiful. Binding. We made a blood covenant. A small cut on the finger. A drop exchanged. A vow sealed. “I swear I’ll never leave you,” he said, forehead pressed to mine. “Not in this life. Not in any other.” I swore it too. But words are fragile things. Two weeks later, his father found out. About us. About me. About the future Kenneth had dared to imagine that didn’t involve politics, privilege, or a wife chosen at some black-tie dinner.

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

Atlas knew sign language? Atlas learned sign language… for me? Our eyes locked and he wiped a tear from my cheek. _ The officers brought back the reports, Adeline was working with Lovie. The police are looking for Lovie - He closed the distance between us, our nose brushing. “She will never hurt us again, I will make sure of it.” I signed, “But she’s your first love, how can you forget her just like that? How can I believe this?” “I am ready to spend the rest of my life proving myself to you.” He promised.

Wesley posted a new photo. I tapped on it. It was a picture of us at the carnival, kissing under the string lights, his hand cupping my face and his other arm wrapped around my waist. The caption read: "I love you with my whole heart, Bowie" My breath caught. My heart swelled so big I thought it might crack my ribs. I stared at the post for a long time, reading the caption over and over, letting the words sink into my bones. I replied in the comments: "I love you more, Chen"

Rubbing my forehead, I decided to scroll through my socials, hoping to get him off my mind. At least this had helped in my previous breakup. The videos suddenly felt irritating. Within seconds, I swiped them away. It was as though my attention span had been ruined. All it yearned for was his. About to drop my phone, I came across a video listing signs that a man loves you. I shouldn’t be watching such things now. They were probably posted for views and likes. But something urged me to watch, and the list kept going. “If he likes you, he listens to you, he wants to be with you, his eyes twinkle and he’s always happy when you’re around, he makes you feel seen and loved, and your heart just kno