Pisces Love Language Novels & Stories

Ev shoots back at me and I drop the towel, my eyes crinkling as I think on his words. "What do you mean? I'm nice to people." I snap. Ev snorts on the other end. "I'm nice to you." I add. "Are you?" he asks. "Or have I just learned that sarcasm is your love language?" he asks. "What the fuck is a love language?" I ask, wiping down the kitchen counters and shoving the few dirty dishes in my sink into the dishwasher I never use. "It's how people interpret love. There are five of them. One is words of affirmation-" he starts but I cut him off.

“But hey mister, you gotta slow down, don't want to get used to this,” “You should,” I blurt out. “Because giving is my love language, Lilah. Brace yourself,” “Gifting is your love language?” she repeats with a hoarse voice. I smirk, pulling out a file and flipping to the front page. “Not just that. I have other intense love language. Like right now, I want to take you hard against the nearest wall.” Her breath catches, and even through the phone, I can almost feel how hard her heart is beating.

Since inanimate items cannot reject me or talk down on me, they have become one of my love languages. *_Lisa, put down the hamper and leave._* My wolf quarrelled. Never once have I had a need to argue with my wolf. Since we are both weaklings, we needed each other above all else. What baffles me is her recent fixation with a man who forced me to endure the unfathomable. *_He remains your partner._* *_You own it, not me. Only if you leave this body and mate with him will you be able to have him._*

The melody rose through the blizzard, curling around my ribs like invisible fingers. My eyes drifted toward the edge of the iceberg, toward the base where the voice came from. “Manolya?” Pelin’s voice echoed faintly behind me. “What are you—?” I stepped forward, each step crunching on the ice. And there she was. Pisces. The great oarfish, long and slim, her silver body rippling with crimson stripes and black spots. Her head bore a red crest. She dove down again, and the enchanting melody stopped.

* he smiled We saw angelfish with iridescent wings, their fins waving gently in the current. Butterflyfish flitted about, their delicate scales shimmering like diamonds. Parrotfish swam by, their vibrant scales glowing in shades of green and blue. We saw Sea fans swaying gently, their feathery purple plumes shimmering in the sunlight. My eyes shone with delight. *I love you, Niklaus Delacroix,* I said, my voice filled with joy. *I love you more* He said kissing me *I'm so glad that we are finally mated fully!*

he asked, gesturing to the cupcakes. I picked one up, taking a small bite, the sweetness melting on my tongue. “These are amazing,” I said after I relished on the taste, my eyes lighting up. Perhaps he knew how starved I used to be in the pack, so he knew that my love language was going to be food. He was using it to find himself a way into my heart, and I hated that it was working. “You look beautiful,” he said quietly, his voice full of sincerity as he stared at me with the same twinkle like he was gazing up at stars.

My tongue was out, and I was rolling in the wind. Suddenly, Lucas slowed down and turned to me, his yellow eyes filled with love and tenderness. He nuzzled my neck, and I leaned into him, feeling his warm breath on her fur and loving it. "I love you, Jasmine." His eyes seem to say. And I looked up at him, my eyes shining with happiness, as if to say the words. "I love you too, Lucas." We found a nearby pond on our way, and a school of tiny fish was swimming in it, and they seemed to be glowing in the dark. We gently lapped at the fresh water, trying not to disturb them, before we continued on our way.

“That's not what I am requesting for. Zane and I talk every blessed day; we understand eachotherproperly" “Could you please rephase your question then?” She asked, like an AI, she replies so fast and automated. “ I meant how can we make our relationship a romantic one” “Like, spice it up” I repeated.“How can I feel his presence around me?” I sent several messages at once, hoping would understand me even if I was straight forward. “Oh physical touch must be your love language” She finally got the point. Is it? I want all the five love languages but physical touch happens to be my favorite.

“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.”