A Story To Read When You First Fall In Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

Actually gasped, like Dhara had just told her she was secretly married. “Oh my God. You said complicated. That’s already romantic.” “It’s not romantic,” Dhara said quickly. Too quickly. “It’s just—unexpected. And weird. And inconvenient.” “That’s literally how every love story starts,” Nina shot back, grinning like she had just cracked the code to the universe. “You meet. You deny. You travel together. Then you fall in love. It’s basic math.” Dhara wanted to laugh at how good this was going.

Facing each other, he seems so nervous but reaches out for my hands anyway, ready to recite his. “My Love,” he squeezes my hands gently, eyes staring into mine, “I would like to start my vow by telling the story of when did I start falling for you.” I can’t help but to flash this huge grin, like a giddy teenage girl because he has never told me when did he begin having feelings for me so you can’t exactly blame how excited I am, for being so eager to find out when was it.

It's really not easy to forget my first time. First time to be kidnapped. First time to be molested. First time to kiss. First time having sex. First time to get shot. First time to fell in love... Why it has to be him? Why it has to be Dimitri? I promised myself that I would never fall in love with someone like him. It's all because he gave me a book to read. He gives me a hint to follow what's written inside the story. He made me fall into his trap.

-OH MY END! Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”

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.

I started reading and I felt chills: “Dear Kim, I have to admit that I have loved you from the first moment I met you, you are intelligent, cautious and passionate, there cannot be a more perfect woman in the world than you. I know you reciprocate too, but you are afraid to accept your love for me, surely you feel that you are not going to be reciprocated and that is why you act like that, nothing is further from reality. I just want you to open your eyes and see that we are meant to be together.”

He continued, "You know, for men, it is normal to be attracted to women for a few moments. Maybe that feeling lasts for three or four months. And after that? there is no continuation. Men will get bored and look for others. I thought I was like that too. I didn't know if I really loved her, until I dated several women." "That's weird. So you went on a date before you fell in love? To the same woman?" Thea got up and leaned back like Kay. She was more interested in Kay's story than sleeping now.

I love him so much and I don't want to lose him forever. “Vincent... do you want to hear a story from a book I've read?” I asked him. “Of course,” he replied and smiled. I tried my best to hide my sadness and anxiety from him and opened my mouth to speak. “Once upon a time, a little star was walking around enjoying the beauty of the night and she accidentally met the moon. She couldn't take her eyes off him, mesmerized by his very handsome face. The fate that brought them together made them fall in love with each other.”

He let me use his arm as a pillow under my neck then gave a peck to my lips. He closed his eyes and in a few minutes, he was already snoring. I looked at him. Ghaad! Why did I fall for this man? His face was wrinkled and frown lines were very evident on his forehead. I blinked and looked at him. Then I blinked again for two more times just to be sure lust was not getting the better off me. I think I've found a beautiful soul.

With a deep breath, I turned the first page of the romance novel, eager to immerse myself in its tender tale. The story unfolded like a delicate dance, a waltz of whispered promises and stolen glances. Each word painted a vivid picture in my mind, transporting me to a realm where love bloomed like flowers in spring. With every chapter, I found myself drawn deeper into the lives of the characters, their emotions becoming entwined with my own.