Love Languages Devotional Novels & Stories

‘As usual’ I whispered. Connected to our inbuilt speaker, opened my Spotify and let the lemonade album play through, as I opened a bottle of alcoholic wine, I took a chunk and sang each lyric with pain and tears in my eyes, laid down on the couch and dozed off. The rays of sun and the constant ding of the door bell made me frustrated, my phone vibrated, migraines, mascara stains, my bottle of alcohol laying on the floor empty, this time the door bell rang louder than before, I checked my phone, 100 missed calls from G!,notifications began to ding across social platforms. I struggled to walk to the door as Love drought from the album played, oh this album gave me a good night hangover, I wond

With Love, The Cloud.

’ She frowned, repeating sofdy, ‘Metaphorically speaking. ‘I still missed you, Carrie.’ He looked at her bottom lip tremble. ‘Surely missing you is a start in the right direction? Love seems to me to be a word that has a thousand different meanings. Surely it’s feelings that matter? As man and wife, knowing we care will help our children.’ Leaning forward she kissed him, feeling the roughness of stubble, the fresh scent of cologne and man all intermingled. ‘Of course it is feelings that matter.’ As she held him her heart cried and one solitary tear fell down her cheek.

I mean, I still had the ring he gave me and this bracelet with the dumb little bell charm. The bell jingled softly when I flicked it, breaking the tension. "Yeah, you're right—I do love him," I said, voice light. "But let's be real, how sustainable is that? Loving someone you can't even touch? Kinda tragic, don't you think?" I shot him a sly smile. "Maybe one day, I'll meet someone else. The world's full of distractions, right?" His eyes darkened. "So your love isn't steadfast."

I was in a very tight corner. Forfeit the love of my life for this bitch and the help her parents could give my family plus my father will finally see that I'm useful or get exposed to the school for bankruptcy and to Ella for cheating. The consequences of choosing any option was grave but I had to pick one and I chose to forfeit my love. “You're a bitch” I stated in resignation. “I know baby, I know” she winked and bent to pick her clothes. I can't believe I made a deal with the devil.

said the pastor. After a while, the reading started, "reading from the Apostle Paul, The first letter to the Corinthians, Chapter 13, verses 4 through 7: Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Father, as [Red and Chelsea] pledge themselves to each other, help them and bless them that their love may be pure, and their vows may be true. Through Jesus Christ our Lord, Amen."

Songs I had never heard were being sung and I enjoyed the newness of these melodies. The sermon. The highlight of the gathering. I saw people, including Ariana, bring out notepads to write down words spoken by the middle aged man whom I later found out was Pastor Anderson, the lead pastor of The Oasis Ministries. Now I got why Ariana called it an oasis. "When we choose to love, it may not be very convenient. The first book of Corinthians, chapter thirteen shows us what loving entails. Love is patient, it is kind, it is not jealous, nor boastful or proud..."

LOVE The moment when i realized that you could love someone without involving sex but romance was the day I proved that love wasn't real just a conscious effort towards a being. True! I think I am lost here. Loving can heal. Probably the only medicine that is easy to learn but hard to administer. Memories, moments, photographs, smiles, tears and that is it. No more! You can feel love inside you, just lost somewhere with no home and if you took a look deeper inside your heart, you would feel the void within you stretching far and wide. Love is just a phase of foolishness. A crazy desire driven foolishness. But, it is beautiful. It is a beautiful foolishness that comes along with your smile an

“First time was Rome. We argued there, badly, the second night, about whether you’d let me read you. You said something unforgivable. I threw a very good shoe. We made up in a way I’m not writing down, because the walls in that hotel are thin and the memory should look like it costs me something to recall.” “We have a fight we recycle,” I went on. “You keep your real work in a locked drawer, and I pick the lock every few months, to remind you I can. You let me, every few months, to remind me you chose to. That’s the marriage. Everything else is set dressing.” “You built that in an afternoon?” “I built it in four minutes. I’ve been building versions of it my whole life. You’re only the first

this treasure of love I cherish within my soul how much I love you♡♡♡ you'll never really know you bring a joy to my heart I've never felt before with each touch of your hand I love you more and more♡♡ whenever we say goodbye whenever we part I know I hold you dearly deep inside my heart ☆☆ so these seven words I pray you hold true forever and always I will love you♡♡♡ . . . you will be my first and last love for this life in my heart you will be forever . . meanwhile in the dark sky two love cupids evil angel and good angel evil angel : why are you looking depressed