My First Love Novels & Stories

If it were not for the fact that I ran into him at the hospital that day, holding Tammy's hand while she was getting her finger bandaged after accidentally hurting it while cooking, I might never have realized that the reason for his coldness was because his first love had returned. I stood at the entrance of the busy clinic, watching in a daze as he gently cradled Tammy's hand, filled with concern. At that moment, I realized John could show tenderness and care for someone. It was not that he was incapable of it—he just never cared enough about me. I was heartbroken as I returned home. I did not even have the appetite for dinner.

At that moment it started to snow, Rose’s favorite season. It was the first snow. Her favorite day of the year. Rosalie had always loved the snow, but her love for the season grew because the snow had led her to meet Hakeem. They would’ve been in their little cottage, celebrating their first baby together. The snow would’ve been the icing on the cake as they enjoyed each other's company. When Hakeem finally looked at her with trembling lips, unable to speak, her heart broke all over again. But, she knew she’d take the bullet all over again.

You crawled into my chest again, he dragged me to the far end of the room where your grunts were coming from and. My tears fell one after the other when I saw Jiro on top of a girl, he was still wearing my clothes but the girl was gone. They we're almost having s.ex and they haven't noticed us yet. It was heart breaking. It was heart breaking. Everything about me is about Jiro. He's my first crush, first love, first boyfriend, first kiss, and first hug. The only guy I introduced to my parents. He promised me not to break my heart. He promised me that he only loves me forever. No one can break us apart. Because of him I believed that Prince Charming is real, that forever does exist but now e

"Maybe that's one of them, Reo. However, you need to believe ... if I really love you for no reason." "Actually, what was your motivation for wanting to be gay like me, Jack?" "At first I thought, if I can't heal you, then I'll follow in your footsteps. However, since last week, I've been trying to find the best way. God is so good, so give me directions. I love you, and I want to be happy with you." A tear fell from Reo's eye. He was moved, happy, surprised, all those feelings were mixed in his heart. Reo never expected if his love would be reciprocated so quickly.

They knew I would not like them back or end up with them, they still threw themselves at me like the sluts they are. I enjoy the life I live so much, and I won't stop ladies from warming my bed, and that's because I do not believe in love. Heart breaks are real after all. After I decided to be faithful to one person, she broke me, so what else is there to love? I believe they are all the same, they are only after my money and I am after their body, it's vice versa, after being broken once, I do not have to open my eyes and see them cheat me again.

Edward said that meeting me was the luckiest thing that had ever happened to him. I felt the same. How grateful I was to fate—for letting me find the one who saw my worth, who held my heart as his own.

I know her work is just as important, but I can't help but miss her every day. As I take a hot shower, I close my eyes and envision the love of my life. Kass is perfect in every way, with her soft, creamy skin, light brown hair, and beautiful blue eyes. They haven't changed at all since we were children, and even if she doesn't fully remember me, I remember everything about her. I shake my head, scolding myself for getting too excited. It's not worth it when Kass isn't here anyway. I step out of the shower and quickly dry off. It's going to be a long day, and I can't afford to be late.

Her voice was hoarse as she reached for my hand. I pulled away. Her eyes dimmed, and her tone turned pleading. "Can you... please not go through with this? I miss you so much. Just give me one more chance, okay?" I looked at her coldly, saying nothing. She pressed on, her words tumbling out desperately. "I've cut all ties with Rick—completely. You're the only one I've ever truly loved. Please come back to me. Please." I furrowed my brow and let out a sigh. "Michelle, people have to move forward. And besides..."

I've been drinking milk since young, so my body is far more mature compared to my peers. When I'm 18 years old, my protective older sister, Yvonne Gibson, is worried that I might get my cherry stolen by others via trickery, so she specifically asks her best friend, Jasmine Joyner, to take care of me. But during our first meeting, Jasmine's gaze never leaves my crotch. After my graduation, I lead a double life. During daytime, Jasmine is my boss. At night, I'm her bed partner. Throughout our four-year secret relationship, I'm slowly molded into the lover Jasmine likes the most. Four years later, Jasmine's ex-fiance, Ethan Sawyer, has returned to the country. She quickly jumps out of bed

“How did we even last for ten years if you could not get the name of my first love right?” “Sean De Marco.” She pouted. “What?” “That’s the name of your real first love.”