After My First Love Novels & Stories

And meeting him again, touching him again, had ignited it into an inferno. I laughed harder, the sound more unhinged now, because the truth was too much. The flame that had been my first love had survived every storm, every shard of heartbreak, every drop of bitterness I had thrown at it. It was still there, unwavering, indestructible. My tears dripped onto my lap as I whispered to myself: If he held me again, if he kissed me again, I wouldn't resist. I would surrender without protest, even knowing his heart belonged to someone else.

Blake said unhappily with a grim expression. Sadie thought Blake would get angry, but all he did was show his unhappiness because of his jealousy. She thought it was adorable of him. She put her arms around his neck and said with a smile, "You've said it yourself that he's a good-for-nothing ex. Why does he bother you so much? "Don't worry about him. I no longer like him. The only man I like right now is you." It could have been his ego talking, but Blake asked a question he had always wanted to know the answer to. "If I had met you first in university, would you have fallen for me first?"

"The Moon Goddess doesn't know what she's doing. She gave me the North... but I’d trade the throne just to stay in this garden with you. You're the only thing that's real." He had kissed me then. It wasn't the kiss of a mate; it was the kiss of a survivor finding the shore. In that moment, I hadn't been an Omega or a liability. I had been a woman who was loved. That memory was the foundation of every reason I had ever had to fight. It was the only part of my soul that still knew how to feel the sun. [ASSET IDENTIFIED: THE FIRST PROMISE] [LIQUIDATION: INITIATING]

“They use men. They take what they want and they leave. I have seen it happen before. I have seen it happen to powerful men like you.” “Then what are you here?” I snarled. She looked up at me with teary eyes and said shakily, “because I love you and I have always loved you. Even when you pushed me away. Even when you ignored me. I have never stopped.” “You only love what I can give you.” “That is not true.” Her voice cracked. “It is you I love, and not your money or power. It is you I love.” “If that was true, you would respect my choices.”

" Indeed, I had once thought that letting go of this relationship would be impossible. After all, we had known each other since we were kids, and she was my first love. Loving her had become an absolute habit, etched into my very bones. That was why her blatant favoritism and intimacy toward Nathan had cut me the deepest. Yet, she had done all those things naturally, without a single shred of hesitation. I stared into Daphne's increasingly agonizing expression. Her lips trembled as if she wanted to defend herself, but no words came out. What could she possibly say? How could she even have the nerve to say anything? She had simply taken my feelings for granted, fully convinced that since I ha

"Maybe that's one of them, Reo. However, you need to believe ... if I really love you for no reason." "Actually, what was your motivation for wanting to be gay like me, Jack?" "At first I thought, if I can't heal you, then I'll follow in your footsteps. However, since last week, I've been trying to find the best way. God is so good, so give me directions. I love you, and I want to be happy with you." A tear fell from Reo's eye. He was moved, happy, surprised, all those feelings were mixed in his heart. Reo never expected if his love would be reciprocated so quickly.

Logan looked forward to their next date. Logan went to school the next day, with a radiating smile on her face. She was beginning to experience the feeling of first love. Logan found the first person she ever wants to be with. The first one she ever had feeling for. She looked forward to seeing him and wanted to spend time with him. As they danced the night away, she felt a connection, special bond, with him. Charlie is her soul mate. She knew there would always be a place for Charlie in her heart. It was love on the first date.

He merely smirked, so I continued. “But to answer your question—unless there’s absolutely no chance,” I paused. Then I looked down at my lap, searching for the right words. “I won’t give up. He’s my first love.” The words slipped from my lips softly. I continued, my fingers fidgeting nervously with the delicate bracelet adorning my wrist. “I know it sounds ridiculous,” I confessed. “But when I look at him, it’s as if all the colors in the world brighten. It’s like everything finally makes sense. I’ve never felt this way before, and maybe I never will again. So if there’s even a sliver of hope, I want to hold onto it with everything I have.”

I guess he was mad at me that I wouldn’t love him the way he wanted. “I’m sorry.” I murmured into his shoulder. Tears pricked at my eyes as I held on to his tightly. “I’m just confused. I just—” Dylan was my first love and it was hard to forget him especially after meeting him again after so many years. It felt as if all the feelings I had for him years ago were ignited again and I couldn’t help but be mad at myself for still feeling anything besides despise for him.

I love how we become so comfortable with each other. I love Flint. It wasn't my plan to tell it to him while we were doing the deed, but at that moment, I just couldn't keep it in. I love him, and I'm afraid this love is overflowing. He's my first love. He's the first ever guy aside from a family member that I ever loved. I've written romance stories, and also read those kinds, but in reality, it was a different thing. For starters, it's reality. There's no pause, no cliff-hanger scenes. In real life, things go on.