Love Languages Devotional Novels & Stories

Even Edgardo and I laughed. Grandfather walked over to as and smiled, then takes the my right hand and places it in the Edgardo's left hand, and makes it back to his seat. Honestly, I got lost in my mind that I missed all the Bible principle of marriage but at least I heard something, “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. Love never fails.”

A pulse of warmth—not heat, not fire, but something like memory—radiated through me. “You’re mine now,” he whispered. “And I’ll show you what it means to love a devil.” And then everything went black—but this time, not from pain. "W—what about my baby, please?" I begged. "It's gone, Yasmine," he said, and the way he muttered my name was too fucking perfect, like I wasn't just at the face of death. The words sliced cleaner than any fall. Gone. My baby—gone. My arms curled around emptiness, and I didn’t even scream. There was nothing left in me to scream with.

I wish I could raise our daughter but I couldn't I knew she was in good hands. "Min, you are making this hard,” I said and wiped his tears. Why can't we have happy moments as we had our last moments? “Min, I realize now that although we die, love lives forever, I'll love you forever my baby, my darling husband. The man I fell in love with and the man who saved me," I whispered in my barely audible voice ****PRESENT DAY****

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It doesn't mistreat, it doesn't seek its interests, it doesn't get angry easily, it doesn't hold a grudge. Love does not rejoice in injustice, but rejoices in the truth. Everything suffers, everything believes, everything hopes, everything supports.” — Bible (1 Corinthians 13:4-7). Five years later Eduardo was behind his desk in his New York office, reviewing the company's monthly financial statements, when the door swung open.

"Love is patient - is kind. It neither envy, boasts, nor proud. It is not rude nor self-centered, or selfish. It's not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongdoings; love doesn't delight evil but righteousness with the truth. It always protects, respects, cares, hopes, and preserves. Love never fails. And Nathaniel and Angelina come today deserving to be united in this scared relationship of love." "Oh God, you've created us in the image of love; bless these two who stand before you. Guide them in your wisdom, and shine your light upon them. That's as they journey through this life together. They will walk as bearers of your truth. Amen," the minister prayed as the crowd chorused 'am

Her trembling hands curled into fists at her sides. His hand lifted, lightly grazing her jaw. "You love me," he murmured, a devilish edge to the calm warmth in his voice. "You want me. More than you think, more than you can ever admit." He pressed just a fraction closer, a whisper away from her lips, but his hands never moved further. Subtle. Controlled. Devastating. "You cannot run from this." His voice dropped lower, almost a growl, and every word seemed to etch itself into her very bones. "And you cannot resist me. Not now. Not ever."

It was not the laughter of someone mocking fate but the laughter of someone who knows that grace has a sense of humor. Truly “Love is the flame of God. Many waters cannot quench the power of love. The fire of love stops at nothing, it sweeps everything before it. Flood waters can’t drown love, torment of rain can’t put it out. Love is truly invincible, surviving the darkest.” The congregation applauded when we kissed. It felt different, it felt holy, it felt sacred like God has placed His signature upon it and I could only wish we had saved it all for this moment.

I’ll make you want me, I will make you beg for me He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting hers. “I won’t lock you up. But don’t provoke me.” He stood, giving her space. Turned away. “You have three hundred and sixty-five days,” he said. “One year. I’ll do anything. Buy you the moon if that’s what it takes. And if you don’t fall in love with me by your next birthday, I’ll set you free.” Emily stood up. She didn’t think. Just ran. Straight for the door.

It wasn't right. “He did love me. He still does. He has to.” She said quickly, the last bit to herself. “He just doesn’t realize it. He was too blind. Too mundane by then, corrupted by thoughts of your mother here, in the human world. He thinks love has to be soft and sweet. That it looked like lullabies and holding hands. What rubbish. But love – real love – is fire. It’s devotion. It’s standing beside someone when no one else will.”

And in the quiet wind that trailed behind them down the road, the world came to mind with a simple truth to believe: Love, once it is genuinely and freely decided upon, is the greatest medicine of all. To be continued...