Sagittarius Love Language Novels & Stories

Goosebumps poured all over my back, opening my neck for his caressing voice. I swallowed to stay focused on the conversation but blurted the first thing that sprang up. “What's your love language?” I could barely whisper, my mind absorbed by his thick digit gliding along my loveline. “Guess,” he said, his voice huskier than a second ago. And I could no longer ignore his burning gaze. The intensity of his desires scorched my insides. Those blue sapphires shackled me as he licked the deep V between my fingers, the hot tip of his tongue dipping in….

He spoke, walking towards me until he stood so close. “You don’t know what you’re saying,” I whispered, though my hands betrayed me, clutching at his shirt. “I know exactly what I’m saying,” he replied, his forehead pressed to mine. “I love you. I don’t know when it happened. But I know I fell for you the first time I saw you at our parents' wedding. I think the fact that I had feelings for you made me want to hurt you more because of the revenge I already had planned and the pain I felt from my loss. Give me another chance, Sage. Give us another chance.” He said.

I thought for a minute and nodded reluctantly. " But just now you told me to stay away from Manu and now you are saying... " " Sahil is getting drawn to her and he gets annoyed and jealous whenever she talks to another man... I want him to realise his feelings for her. Jealousy is a factor which proves that he likes her.... You just have to let him think that you like her... That's it. Don't clarify that you don't. " Sagar said to me. Sagar looks so simple but he is smart and negotiates very well...

Sage thought for a moment, "At first, yes, but then I realized they do not see it as money, they see it as making us happy, that is their love language." "I am still adjusting." "You will," she said, "just enjoy it, you earned this peace." Our next stop was not designer stores but a real bookstore where we could actually browse without salespeople hovering. I found a data ethics book I had been wanting and Sage rolled her eyes. "You are on vacation and buying workbooks?" "I love my job," I said defensively. "That is what makes you perfect for Zayn," she said while we walked to a coffee shop. "You have your own thing and you are not just there living off him as his girlfriend."

She had different suitors but curved them all because of him. That was the power of love to her,she loved him so much that she wasn't ready to let go of him. She understood that most men weren’t able to communicate their feelings properly. Saying words like I love you or I want to be with you was so hard for them. When Mrs Sonja had threatened to find someone else if Mr Sonja wasn’t serious about the relationship, he buckled up and learnt to communicate better. It was all about understanding your partner's love language.

"You are going nowhere, you are mine and only mine. You will own the mermaids after you accept my love."Sage ordered as she grabs my arm. "Sage, why are you doing this？ I and Tem love each other and you should stop trying to create a rift between us."Lisa yelled as she held her second arm firmly. My life was perfect until Sage came back to express her undying love for me. "I love him more than you do and I am very sure he feels the same" Sage raised as she pulls me closer.

Where I could feel my knees get weakened, and where I could have the assurance that even if I fell, he would grab me tight, and not let my skin get brushed against the dirt of the earth. How come that all these I felt, all these I had seen, all these I could speak off were mostly evident that night? The night where I could have usually had the best sex moment with Starr meanwhile there was another whose actions and even the slightest inhale and exhale of his breath was his own demonstration of his love for me. Arianna! You did this to yourself. You sought for a stronger love language and a deeper demonstrated form of love meanwhile there was one which was demonstrated and professed before yo

“Try to fix what you can’t—protecting me from things I’ve already chosen.” His mouth quirked, a haunted pride in his eyes. “That’s who I am, Ava. My love language is fortress walls.” I laughed quietly, setting the cup down. “And mine is flaming swords.” He grinned, but then his concern returned, and he pressed his palm lightly to my forehead, then down along my scalp, kneading gently at my temples. I melted under his hands—fingers skilled, slow, tracing a pattern only he could read. I closed my eyes, feeling the pain lift a little, the knots in my neck beginning to ease.

I said, annoyed, and I felt the tension in her body. “I told you clearly what we would do; I didn't promise you anything and I never asked you to open your heart; that doesn't interest me,” Sage said in an annoyed and very direct voice. “What I wanted from you just gave it to me, so I don't understand at what point I gave you cause to create a love story between us. There is no love here; here only sex dominates and you seem to forget that.” So quickly, I stuck her against the wall and grabbed her by the never.

I widened my eyes at him and he only grinned. "We have a meeting tomorrow and I want you to prepare some things I'd need." He told me while caressing my hand and butterflies filled my stomach at the gesture, proceeding to tell me what I needed to prepare. Waian is such a romantic lover and his love language is a physical touch. He was making me feel like I am falling for the first time again and I love every second of it, plus I admit that the thrill of having a secret romance with the prince only made it more exciting.