A Thing Called First Love Novels & Stories

*KEATON* A beginner who is just learning to make love is what I call her. I can't say anything about this beautiful woman whose body I enjoy. I don't know what kind of love communication she and her husband have been carrying out all this time. Why is she like a teenager who just learned how to suck lollipops? Or just getting to know the deliciousness of ice cream. She was very distant from Alexa when she was still at school. Alexa is my first love, the mother of my child and now she has left me.

The days passed by in a blur and soon it was Monday as I get ready for the first day of my senior year. I haven't felt this happy and laughed so much in years. It felt nice and lovely. I never wanted this feeling to go away, I wanted it to remain in my heart forever.

"I'll never look at you like that. You're my first true love who got away from me. I'm glad you're here with me. It feels right and it feels like I'm in highschool again." "So you never stopped loving me?" "No. I couldn't. I kept thinking about you. Dreamt about you. Kept seeing images of you around me. You have no idea how much I missed you when you were gone. I kept nagging my parents to find you." Our food and drinks arrived and we started eating and drinking and talking to each other. "Jevan, I missed you too. You were everything to me. My first everything. Mama didn't want us to be together and it was the first time I stood up to her. I thought she would have knocked the crap out of me.

Why call her anything else when she has a name so beautiful? Every day I find myself more in love in with her. Every day that passes by draws me closer to her. Over the last so many days that we have been talking, I have been meaning to ask her what I mean to her, if I do mean anything at all. I want to ask her whether she sees me as a potential boyfriend, but I will not, because I don’t believe in the terms ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’. These terms are too frivolous and are just used to introduce people. I believe more in the word ‘soulmate’. It makes so much sense. When you’re in love, it’s meant for life, isn’t it? If not, then what defines love? A cup of coffee shared together? A drink?

“I know. It just feels like... I don’t know. Like I’m stuck in between. He’s getting married, and I’m just... here.” “You’re not just here, Lil,” Claire said firmly. “You’re building a new life. It may not feel like it now, but you’re moving forward too. You’ve been through more than most people your age ever will, and you’ve come out stronger because of it.” Lillian nodded, though the ache in her chest still lingered. “I don’t even want to be with him,” she admitted. “It’s just weird. Seeing him with someone else.” Claire smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind Lillian’s ear. “First love is always hard to let go of, even when you’re ready. It’s okay to feel sad about it. It doesn’t

he asked, his tone almost panicked. I shook my head, my voice choked with emotion. "When did you take the gown?" He looked a little embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck. "That morning," he admitted. At that moment, I finally understood what it felt like to be truly loved—something I hadn’t experienced, not even in the five years I had given to James. At that moment, time seemed to stand still. With tear-streaked cheeks, I looked up at Steve’s chiseled face, his expression calm yet tender.

“She is the only one on my mind all day. The moon goddess knew exactly what she was doing when she made her my mate. And what the hell are you talking about, no romantic spark? You aren’t even in my heart. You can’t feel what I feel for her.” Cassie rolled her eyes briefly, unseen, then placed her hand on his back, rubbing slow, soothing circles as if calming a wild animal. “I understand what it feels like to be in love, you know,” she murmured, voice soft and almost pitying. “I have been in love, madly, crazily, stupidly in love. But I promise you, you will get over it. First love is always like this, it drives everyone insane. But there is a reason it’s called ‘first love’ it’s not meant t

As the heat intensified, the Gilded Toll took one last, clinical bite. The first time we touched. The memory of Kael grabbing my wrist in the academy hallway ten years ago—the jolt of electricity, the terrifying, beautiful realization that the Moon Goddess had chosen us—vaporized. It didn't just fade. The "Shared Heat" of that first contact turned to digital ash. I looked at my hand. It was steady. My heart didn't skip. I didn't even remember that the touch had ever happened. "Mommy... it's gone," Leo whispered, his small face glowing in the heat of the inferno.

I still remember it like it happened just yesterday, it's plain as day in my memory, the first time I saw Melvin Cross, the love of my life; I was a three year old kid who just got lost,I wandered the streets of California for days, I had just arrived there from Seoul, where I lived with my Asian Mother, I had never seen my father and I didn't even know I had a twin sister and my Mother's face I could barely remember, I was just a three-years old kid, lost, scared and hungry as I have been wandering the streets for three days, I was so hungry I thought I was gonna die soon, all I had on me was a locket necklace, which I remember my mother telling me not to loose it, I cried and cried, but fo

She thought it is just one-night stand, why the hell did the doctor tell her that she is pregnant now?!