My First Love Novels & Stories

my boyfriend whined causing me to roll my eyes. “It’s not-“ my words choked in my throat as an unbelievable scene unfolded before my eyes. Someone had stepped out of a tinted Lamborghini and I recognized him straight away. How could I not? When this very man was my high school best friend, my first love and now my ex.

All I want to do is take her in my arms and kiss her. “Anytime now, Mr.Ivanov, we haven’t got all.”I peel my eyes away from her as my heart pound in my chest. " Sorry, I’ll begin. I can’t quite explain what love is, but I’ll try my best. The first time I fell in love, I was eleven.”I look at Elina, and she’s still looking away. I sigh and continue.

“I spent weeks asking myself when everything went wrong.” A bitter smile appeared on his face. “The truth is that it went wrong because of me.” My father remained expressionless while my brothers looked ready to throw him out at any moment. Silas took a slow breath. “I thought I loved Evelyn.” Silas laughed bitterly. “No. That’s not true. I loved the memory of Evelyn. I loved who she used to be.” His gaze remained fixed on me. “But somewhere along the way, I fell in love with you and I was too blind to realize it.”

Kathryn was my first love. Not the childish kind. The real one. The one that painted the world in color for the first time. She was the girl who made me feel love not as something soft and safe, but as something fierce and hungry. The first girl I ever touched. The first girl I ever made love to. I closed my eyes and let the memories come.

"How do you know if someone is your first love? My mother used to say that first love has a magic all its own. It’s a feeling that no one else could ever make you feel so completely, even if you’d been interested in others before. First love casts a spell that stays with you, making it hard to believe you could ever love anyone else quite the same way. When you truly fall for someone, you often can't pinpoint the exact moment it happens. It’s a quiet mystery. You might not remember how or why, but you know—deep down—that you care for them deeply. It’s like waking up one day and simply understanding: Oh, I am in love with that person. Have you met that person yet?

"Yeah. Atasha Valverde. She was... my first love." The phrase hit me unexpectedly. My heart gave a small, irrational sting. First love. There was a weight in those words, a kind of tenderness you could never quite replace. I took a quiet breath, willing myself to stay composed, but jealousy brushed faintly across my chest like smoke.

I admitted, my voice tinged with remorse. "Well, it's understandable. You still have feelings for him," Malik responded, his voice filled with empathy. I wasn't entirely sure if he intended that as a question, but just the mere contemplation of everyone's emotions left me feeling utterly drained. My fingers anxiously raked through my hair as I paced back and forth, seeking solace near the window. "He was my first love, you know," I confessed, my voice laden with a mix of nostalgia and pain. "Even though he eventually tore my heart apart, there's something about your first love that lingers on, no matter how horribly it ended."

"My god! You make me feel like you are a lunatic." "I might have to kill him if he was alive. I don't like to share what is mine." "Yours? Since when did I become yours?" "You will be one day." "In your dreams! What is up to you today? Are you high?" "No! I know what's mine will be mine." "Whatever!" "But why are you in love with a dead man? What's fascinating about him?" I was quiet first, remembering the first man I ever loved. "He was the first man to be nice to me."

Angel hugged me tightly. "Then I decided that I will never love anyone in my life. I hate the word love because it makes a person weak. In fact I never had any affairs in my life and you know, you are my first love. You are the first girl in my life" I said and she smiled.

I start by saying. "Sadie you will always be my first love. You may not be my first kiss, my first time or the first person I have liked. But you are my first real love. You got the best of me, not because I am perfect no because you have made me a better person. You make me want to be a better person. I knew from the moment I saw you in the fire station you had my heart. Even though your first words to me at the time were take a picture it would last longer." I say with tears running down my face. She smiles sweetly and lifts her tiny hand to wipe my tears away.