A Tough First Love Novels & Stories

Xue Mei seemed sad in her voice. Rub her back, Risa said. You know, sometimes it's difficult to forget the first love of your life. First love gives you a first experience and memory which you can’t forget. Despite that, with time, you can eventually move on. Look on the silver lining. Don’t think too much. If you think this is what you would like to do, follow your heart. But...” She stops for a bit with a look at the paddy field in front of them.

This time, it was my turn to flee in despair, shuffling off to the bathroom to put my tampon in. The chat exploded again. [No way. No way! That's it? They're done?!] [People say the first time is fast, but I never expected it to be THAT fast.] [Aaargh! Author, are you serious right now? Why are you doing this to Miles? He's a snake-man! Do you even know what that means?!]

“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.

"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?"

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.

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..."

"No trouble at all. They even gave me a ruby jewelry set." "God, I'm jealous," she muttered. I shifted topics, something that had been nagging at me. "Do you think first loves are really that hard for men to forget?" Lillian was half-distracted, thumbing through work messages. "Oh definitely. Haven't you seen, like, every movie ever made about this? First love snaps her fingers, and men come running." Midway through her sentence, she finally registered what I was asking. Her head snapped up. "Wait, Aiden had a first love? No way. As far as I know, the man hasn't had so much as a female mosquito near him..."