Love In Signs Novels & Stories

Laurence continued, "If a sexless marriage also counts as a marriage, then I have nothing to say." After a pause, he slowly released the tension in his fingers. He didn't seem as aggressive anymore. "Guys who love you should be physically attracted to you. Otherwise, it can't be love." "Do you two really love each other?" "Zoey, don't let me find something against you in Novarvia." Lights flashed outside the window. Zoey couldn't see Laurence's expression. Sometimes, she felt he knew everything. Yet, at times, it didn't seem like he had found out about her fake marriage. She replied calmly, "Do as you wish."

" 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 ? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 ? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓 ? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 🤭

And chuckled. "Be my lovely wife, forever," was the third sign that caught her attention. Her eyes began to brim with tears and she caught another sign that read, "How about spending a lifetime with me?" She still caught a sign that read, "I want to wake up to your beautiful face for the rest of my life." Yet, another read, "Will you hold my hand and walk beside me, now and always?" She looked around the house but could not see Reign. Tears began to roll down her cheeks but then, her favorite love song came on, at the same time, red petals of roses began to fall on her.

“I thought you didn’t want to talk to me, that’s why I left. I love you Bethany and if you decide to leave or stay with me. I want you to know that whatever decision you make, I’ll respect it.” “Why should I walk away because of a challenge, even roses grow amid thorns. If I’m with you only when it’s good, then it’s not love. This is a test of my love, I failed this test once, and I won’t fail it again. We’ll do this together babe, we’ve faced worse things and I’m confident that if we are together, we’ll face this and conquer it. I love you, Levi Gomez, you should never doubt that”.

I picked up a pen and signed my name, my hand perfectly steady. Bruno's gaze was dark. He stared at my calm, resolute face, and an unfamiliar tightness seized his chest. After signing, he threw the papers on the bed and turned toward the door. He paused at the doorway, turning back to look at me with venom in his eyes. "Liliana, you'll regret thinking you can just walk away from me." I gave a weary smile. Yes, of course I'd have regrets. My only regret was ever loving him.

“Give me your hand.” He hesitated for a second, giving me a weird look, but then reached forward. His hand was so large, I had to hold it with both of mine. “This is ‘I’…” I said, pulling out his pinky finger. “This is ‘love’… and this is ‘you.’” I glanced up at him. “But if you want to make it easier, just place these two…” I gently guided his fingers together, taking the middle and ring finger and folding them against his palm, leaving his thumb, index, and pinky finger extended—the universal sign for ‘I love you.’

Maybe he knew that if he allowed me to go through with it, it would leave me with a lingering ‘what if’. Just as I took the pen on the table and was about to sign the papers, Juan stopped me. “Don't sign it. You'll regret it later on.” I stopped, looking at him. I didn't argue. “Don't go through with it, Adri. You still love him.” “Why are you saying that? You said you were okay with me divorcing him,” I said. “I was wrong. It's been months and I know you still love him. Yes, you are still angry about the pain he caused you, but you still love him.”

Then he offered a sad smile… and tried again. He looked into my eyes, and my stomach flipped. His hands trembled slightly as he began to sign. This couldn’t be happening. His dominant hand shaped the letter I—extending pinky and index fingers, while his thumb touched his middle finger. Then, he made a fist and crossed his thumb over it, signing love. Finally, he pointed at me. << I love you.>> My heart warmed. . No one had ever learned sign language for me. Even my best friend only knew it because of her cousin.

I smiled, and she nodded. "Now, are you still giving the kind the cold shoulder?" she asked me, and I shook my head. "No, I don't think so," I answered, and she nodded. "Excellent, because there are several traditions that are not in textbooks," she said in a naughty voice, and that piqued my curiosity. "Really?" I lifted my eyebrows, and she nodded. "For example, when a couple is crossed, and he is remorseful, he will send Sorrowful Peonies... as a sign of love and as an act of requesting forgiveness..." she paused, and I looked at the beautiful flowers on the base with water in the middle of the table.

Stop. Then he turned a page. His eyes scanned the diagram briefly before he lifted his hand again. “This is—” He formed the sign. “…love.” The word settled between us before I even realized it didn’t belong there. He paused, just for a second. Then his hand shifted slightly. “—not that.” The correction came smoothly, almost immediately, like it had never happened. But it was like this to me because I understood what the sign had meant. Morningstar didn’t.