A Tough First Love Novels & Stories

I know that he loves me, because he has truly imbraced the idea of the amore, but that does not mean that he likes me as a person. I find him in our room, he is lounging on the bed, wearing only sweetpants, he is reading a book with that sly crooked little smile I love on him face. I lean on the door frame, just enjoying the view of him lounging there looking all sexy. My body starts to react in ways I don't really understand. My heart is beating very fast, my stomach clenches... like there is an invisible hook that caught my stomach, through my vagina, and is pulling me towards Ansel. I want to follow my vagina over to him, like it is the leader and I am the follower, but I am so nervous. T

The command shimmered. For years, it would have worked. The first love. The Savior. The woman he had carried up the stairs while I bled on white marble. The beam waited. I waited too, hating that my heart still knew how to brace. Kael's answer came rough and quiet. "No." One syllable. No Alpha force. No beautiful speech. No apology dressed as redemption. Just no. Serena's face went blank. The shard in her chest flickered violently. The archive Leo inside it gave a tiny, broken laugh.

She said and hugged him to go and sighed saying inside her: "Yes, he loves me and he admitted that to me, but the question here is do I love him?" Shaking her head from the thoughts her father left her, she said, "What nonsense am I saying? I love him? Impossible, so what is this love that will come in a few months?" A whole week passed and Veronica received cold and cruel treatment from Kristen, which made her regret her stubbornness and insistence. She couldn't stand his normal cold, so what about this? 7

Title: Last Year, First Love CHAPTER 1 Annie’s POV If I’m being honest, high school has never been my idea of a fairytale. I’m not the girl chasing popularity or caring what anyone whispers behind my back. I’ve mastered the art of staying in my lane, avoiding drama, and focusing on one simple goal: survive senior year, graduate, and get the heck out.

Cassandra looked away to hide her emotions, she knows Theresa is absolutely right, she still loves Kade so much. “Kade can’t be that guy for you anymore,” Theresa continued. “And you know that.” Cassandra exhaled deeply. No matter how many times she heard it, it didn’t make it easier. Kade was her first love. The first love that carved itself into her chest and refused to leave no matter how much time passed. First loves aren't nice. They were cruel like that. “I know,” Cassandra murmured. “But knowing doesn’t make it stop.” Theresa reached for her hand and squeezed it. “I know it’s hard. I really do. But please… let him go. Even if you have to force yourself.”

“Damon was my first love. My only love. Every smile, every word, every moment he gave me—I clung to it like it was the only thing that mattered. And maybe it was, for me. I know now that he doesn’t belong to me. He never really did. And it tears me apart, Sabrina. But I’ll let him go. I’ll try to respect him… and the woman he loves. You.” Her voice broke on that last word. She lifted her chin, defiance warring with despair. “I don’t want to fight you anymore. Please. Can we… can we try to be friends?” The silence that followed pressed on my lungs until I thought I might choke. First love. The words rang in my mind like a bell. What must it be like to love someone so completely, to give your

She moved against my hand, her hips picking up speed as need arose. In my mind, I saw myself take her in a million ways, but for her first time, there was only one. “You ready?” She looked back at me with those eyes, now shining with lust and some other sweet emotion that pierced my soul. I held them with mine as I slid between her thighs, removing my hand to replace it with my cock that I was now afraid might be too much for her to take. Too late, she felt the cold precum-covered tip against her heated walls, and that’s all it took. She lifted her hips to meet mine and where I wanted to go slow so as not to hurt her unnecessarily, but her need was too great.

He was still that same profiteer who would be willing to do anything just to get what he wanted his hands on. He was the first slimy and disgusting bastard she had ever met in her life and he had ruined all her expectations of men. She stood with her back straight and her chin tipped up as she looked directly at him. "No, I won't marry him." Richard seemed to have just heard the most ridiculous words ever. He flared up in anger as he pointed at her angrily.

"Alright, Sophia, spill the beans. What's your first love story?" I chuckled, reminiscing about the awkwardness of teenage infatuation. "Oh, my first love? Brace yourself; it's a classic high school tale. There was this guy named Jake. He played guitar in a band and had this 'bad boy with a soft side' vibe. Totally had my teenage heart fluttering." Lucas leaned back, a grin playing on his lips. "Ah, the classic bad boy appeal. Did it end in heartbreak or a happily-ever-after?"

After the college entrance exam results are released, my childhood best friend, Lucille Kirk, and I celebrate with our families at a five-star hotel. Over dinner, our parents talk about how nice it would be if we applied to the same university. That way, we can continue looking out for each other, just as we have while growing up. I glance across the table at Lucille and ask politely, "Lucille, which university are you planning to apply to?" The moment the words leave my mouth, a flood of comments suddenly flashes before my eyes. "Oh, here we go again. I bet this pathetic second male lead is planning to follow the female lead to the same university." "I feel so bad for the female le