My Love Language Is Sarcasm Novels & Stories

he said in defense. “The amount of cockiness that you never seem to lack is outstanding,” I replied sarcastically. The day Matthew falls in love with another woman is a day I’m highly looking forward to. This guy is so into himself, that it is going to take one heck of a woman to knock him down a peg or two. “There’s no need for sarcasm my friend,” Matthew laughed. “There wouldn’t need to be if you just stay out of my love” I started to reply. “No swearing!” Matthew yelled out, interrupting me.

Everyone in the room straightened their backs in anticipation. Lucianne’s smile dropped and her voice came out stern and strong, “My behavior is the result of your actions. I’m genuine to the genuine, fake to the fake, lethal to the lethal. Fortunately or unfortunately, I will not be stupid to the stupid. So, instead of matching their low level of thinking, I choose to use sarcasm because I can see no reason to justify or explain myself. Those people will only hear what they want to hear, and I do not have a habit of begging people to understand me or my point of view. I only take the trouble to explain something if I can see that one is not a lost cause. Otherwise, I really couldn’t care le

"So you heard everything that I said, huh?" I asked as we were sitting on the same table where I'm still eating my breakfast. Neil ordered himself a breakfast set too and was eating with me right now. "For someone who has been single since birth, you know how to speak love language," he teased while munching his food. My nose wrinkled. "I wouldn't call those love languages. It was more like . . . love advice." "But the point still stands," he said then took a sip on his coffee.

Her body became softer and she was slowly losing her muscles, yet her strength and aura remained the same. She had always been beautiful, but now I couldn’t take my eyes and hands off her and we both end up having sex whenever we can. We both have the same love language, and only professed how much we loved each other during the night we did the mating ceremony. Since then, our love language went back to normal. Just because there’s other ways to show you love someone other than just saying it.

I turned swiftly to see him with a little smile on his lips. “You are not yourself today, Arjun. You are laughing, smiling, pulling my legs! You are light today. I love this Arjun. Happy Arjun.” I told him. I truly love this easy, carefree Arjun. “Ufff, so you love me as well.” He said sarcastically. Though a pit forms in my stomach everytime he says something sarcastically, I do enjoy his smile and chuckle. Because, all the time he says something sarcastic, hurt comes right behind it. I decided to stay quiet to avoid further talks as I am not sure what he is up to. Anything, it is best for me to not talk, as I am not good at handling words.

“Don’t, ever, tell me what to do. Understand? And I’ll award you the same curtesy. I’ll do what I like, when I like. You don’t own me. Got it?” “You’re bossy.” “So are you.” I lean back and Jared shifts into a sitting position. “So, whats a love language?” “The type of things you need to feel a connection. There are 5: words of affirmation, physical touch, receiving gifts, quality time, acts of service. They’re all pretty self explanatory.” “How do you know all of this?” I ask amused with a smirk. “Danika made us do a quizz one night when she was bored. It has helped me on more than one occasion.”

I cut the speech from him. “And what could that be?” I asked him anxiously. “Relax man. Your blood is too hot. Why not allow me finish my words before you cut me off.” He said. “I am sorry” I said sounding so pitiful. "Anyways that feeling is love!” My wolf responded. You must be silly I thought. “I got that man, I’m not silly. You are already in love with Sarai. You are telling yourself it’s isn’t true because you feel she will reject you as you did to her.” My wolf concluded.

My head was already starting to ache, and I rubbed my temples, trying to stave off the fatigue. Just then, Sara approached my desk, her usual bright smile on her face. "Hey, how are you working so hard and why? Shouldn't you be taking it easy today?" I let out a small sigh, looking up at her. "I wish. Our boss has assigned me so much work." She laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Wow, so is his love language giving you more work?" "Only Moon Goddess knows, I swear," I replied, a wry smile tugging at my lips despite my frustration.

he says with a genuine smile and grabs me for a hug, “I love that you’re putting in an effort, I promise it’s going to pay off.” Whenever he says that, it means he’s going to find a way to spend money on me. I truly can’t hate him; that’s his love language. He might be shit in a lot of ways, but he tries his best to show appreciation with money, and I used to love his gifts. I probably still will.

"Don't you see it in her eyes? She feels the same way about you as you do about her." "What’s in her eyes? I never saw any indication in her eyes that she loved me." "Leave it; you will not understand a woman's love language since you are new to experiencing this feeling. However, I'm glad that you've found someone who truly loves you." Jerry expressed her happiness over my love confession to Sara.