A Tough First Love Novels & Stories

“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

A vast emptiness spread through me as if a part of me had been ripped away. A knock on the door broke my thoughts. Sutton’s low voice came from outside. “Can I come in?” I let out a cold laugh. Since when was he so polite? Leaning against the wall, I stood up and walked over, yanking the door open to meet Sutton’s hazy gaze. He pushed me against the wall, his arms tightly wrapped around my waist, his breath warm against my neck. “Why do you always have to throw tantrums?” The stench of alcohol hit me, making my stomach churn with disgust. I struggled to push him away, but he forcefully pressed his lips against mine.

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.

Looking closely, some were wearing gloves but on the fingers were claw-like nails. "I won't be staying here. You will get me back home. I don't care if you are my boss or not. You can't just order me around. I refuse to be a pushover." I yelled, frustration growing on me. He pulled me by the waist onto himself. My front collided with his hard chest. I gasped at the sudden movement but the gasp died in my throat as he clashed his lips on mine. The kiss was rough, fast but passionate. I was stunned by the emotion that leaked from me into the kiss. Even after all these years, I still have fierce feelings for him. I am shocked by the feelings I still have for this man.

Just as I had imagined, Laurent's lips were perfect for kissing. That was my first kiss—a clumsy, desperate ambush in a pitch-black room. Somehow, I managed to pin him down, overriding all his attempts to resist. I had no idea where I found that kind of strength, especially since Laurent was always the stronger one after we got married. I breached his defenses, fumbling and inexperienced, pressing closer until I had to cling to his shoulders just to stay upright. By the time I finally pushed him away, I was exhausted and burning up.

She threw herself into my arms, her shoulders shaking, her voice breaking into sobs. "Were you serious about the divorce?" I calmly pushed her away. Her eyes were red and swollen—she'd clearly been crying a lot. "I'm serious. Sign the papers, and we'll go get it finalized." Even though I'd been drinking, my mind was crystal clear. I knew exactly what I was doing. "I won't agree to it!" Michelle's voice turned hysterical. "You're jealous, aren't you? I told you—nothing happened between me and Rick! Yes, he was my first love, but I'm your wife now. I only love you."

We arrived home and she got into the bathroom and quickly ran a quick warm bath and held my hand to the bathroom. “Thank you” I whispered as she gently washed my hair, scratching my scalp and I sighed in defeat. “What's happening?” She asked softly. “I've never felt such anger before, Keisha, he doesn't want me and…he thinks I'm dumb and too young and I don't want him to see me that way…what should I do, Keisha?”. “Aurelio?” She asked and I nodded and sniffed. “Common girl, just cause he was your first doesn't mean he has to love you, it's just your emotions playing with you…and trust me someone who will love you like the princess that you are will definitely come” .

Kian was only putting the jacket on her but Mina went crazy thinking that he was actually hugging her. He stepped back and moved his head, signalling her to leave. But Mina remained standing in front of him. "I bought that... For you." Mina could not believe her ears. Her tutor bought her a book? That meant a lot! Her eyes got teary when she looked at it, My First Love that Blooms in Spring. ------------ Saturday. BX Bio, one of the leading pharmaceutical companies in the world. And it's having a business conference in Liez Hotel for a week.

I informed him. Xavier frowned "You? First love?" He sneered. "How could a playboy like you fall in love?" I suddenly felt wronged. I only like girls, I was never a playboy but then again, I sincerely love Reah! "It's different this time, buddy. I found the lady and I fell in love at first sight. It's miraculous!" I said, holding my chest. Xavier scoffed and pushed away his laptop "I wish you the best of luck with your first love then. Maybe you will be able to experience your first heartbreak," His words sounded like a curse to my ears and I clenched my fist, wishing I could punch him!

It's only natural that we do so. It's not the first person you say yes to, not even first person to have your virginity, its far more rooted than all of this and sometimes it's the perfect definition of right person, wrong time. Your first love is powerful, innocent but just as much as intense and passionate. It's the most precious of any love and the hardest to forget. That even after many years, those emotions that failed to become strange to you would come flooding back again once you're faced with it again—with him. A lifetime later even, you would stand there in bewitchment and try to convince yourself that nothing has changed.