Sagittarius Love Language Novels & Stories

She understands her mans love language is communication amongst other things but she's not ready, yet. "Yes. A lot. But I do not want to get into it. Noah. I l-love you and I have never said that to anyone before nor have I even put it to thought, that was before you. I tried not to admit that to myself, but I do love you. Noah, please for now please trust my words- my heart. There are without a doubt many stories of my life that are just on me and has nothing to do with how I feel about you."

Yes, five — I say before putting my phone away. — What’s your love language? — he asks, turning his whole body toward me. — I don’t have just one, obviously they’re all great, but for me, the two I’d say are mine are physical touch and acts of service — I say, holding up two fingers. — I’m not the most touchy person, but I like those little touches here and there, and I’d like to have someone in the future who could help me maybe with chores or split household stuff equally so I’m not the only one doing everything all the time and things like that. What do you think yours would be? — I ask.

That might be an exaggeration, maybe seven, but I enjoyed every part of it and I couldn’t stop devouring Zion with my eyes. This was a man who understood princess treatment and knew how to give. I let out a chuckle when I recalled when I had asked him his love language, and he replied with ‘Acts of service and quality time’. I was red when he asked mine, and I simply replied with ‘receiving gifts and funds of affirmation.’ Well, you can’t judge me, quality time, physical touch and acts of service used to be mine before Ace Kings showed up and made me realize that such things shouldn’t exist in a lady’s dictionary.

“You are my heart, my soul, and my world. What am I to you, Cass?” My incubus was the sweetest! His love language was too expressive, but I wasn’t good with words. Maybe my love for someone had never reached a level to make such sentences flow out of me. “Uh, I was thinking more like girlfriend and boyfriend. It would be easier to explain our relationship to others this way. The poetic stuff is only for us. If you prefer something else, tell me. I am not aware of the ways of the incubuses,” I said, stroking his hair.

“You don’t need to be in a hurry, I’ll let you know tonight. It’s a surprise, but you sure would love it.” After finishing those words, I thanked him and placed another kiss on his lips. His lips were so soft—softer than his actions. He was strong and had a dangerous offensive, but his love language was different. I couldn’t wait for the night; it felt like the longest night of my life and the shortest point to see my wish come true. I strolled away and walked on with him as we talked about yesterday and how we had defeated our enemies. He told me there would be more problems to deal with up ahead, and I needed to prepare myself.

Mostly. Tessa, self-proclaimed relationship expert, had once said over cocktails, “Love languages matter more than chemistry. You can be obsessed with someone, but if they don’t love you the way you need to be loved, it’ll always feel slightly off.” Olivia had laughed at the time. But Tessa had gone on, serious for once. “You have to love someone in their language. Not yours. If they need presence and you give them praise, they’ll still feel alone. If they need touch and you give them gifts, they’ll feel unseen.”

The guardian, a conduit between worlds, guided us through the intricate steps of cosmic communication, where the language of the heart transcended the limitations of spoken words. As the astral dialogues unfolded, the guardian shared a cosmic revelation, "Love, the quintessence of the astral dance, is a journey of discovery and shared destinies." The cosmic currents resonated with the richness of our emotional exchange, hinting at the uncharted territories where the dialogues of our hearts would continue to unfold in the cosmic tapestry of love.

"I forgive you. I don't know what happens to us but I love you and I don't think I'd actually be able to move past what we had. But if you ever do anything like this ever again, I'm done. Okay?" But I don't think anything could ever top this. "I understand. Thank you for cooking for me." "Well it's not exactly like you had a choice. It's my love language. And it's the least I could do after all you've given me." "Would you be mad if I got you more?" He asks and I look at him with confusion. "What more could you have possibly gotten me?" "You'll see when you get home. I think you'll like it. I hope so."

he said in a quiet tone while sitting beside Eyshu, her hand in his. I looked at him with disbelief and anger. "Don't question my love Sagar, you don't know what's in my heart. I fucking love her...I love her so much. I know...I know what I did was unforgivable but don't test my love Sagar" I said with anger. Sagar only smiled, "Heart?-" he chuckled, "How can you love when you have no heart?" he said in cold tone. His words stung my heart but I chose to stay quiet. I know that I love her, I don't need to prove it to him.

He touched my hand and asked, "Don't you want to know what's mine?" "What is it? Let's see if it suits you." "Quality time. People like us fall in love easily and be attentive towards their partner." I rolled my eyes and said, "I wonder how you believe that stuff?" "And there's a saying that Sagittarius falls in love 4 times in their lifetime. Doesn't sound fun?" "Where do I stand in that?" "First time was on the day of the accident. Second was at the club when I saw you again. I don't know what the third and fourth will be like with you." He said as he kept carrots and broccoli on my plate.