After My First Love Novels & Stories

I stepped forward, knelt down, and looked him in the eyes. "Edward, would you be willing to form a bond with me? I want to be your mate." At my words, Edward's face lit up with overwhelming emotion. "I—I do! I'm willing!" He answered without a second's pause. Hearing his answer, I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him.

He kissed her to divert her attention from the pain which felt pleasure at the same time. After having constant pleasure he laid beside her, exhausted. She felt her eyelids heavy, by now she was out of energy. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his bare chest. He smiled seeing her and pressed a kiss on her temple before whispering, "I love you," which she responded saying"I love you too" The moon giggled watching their intertwining souls and the night was shining, spreading love everywhere. Finally, after going through sorrow, hurts and pains they found their love in each other. They found their peace, solace and happiness in each other. She was his first love that

“Why? “ she asked back. “I do believe, because I fall in love the first time I meet you. “ he said. “Hmmm…. Are you sure??? “ she said. “Maybe you believe too. You just can’t accept it. “ he said. “How will you know that I believe in Love at first meet? “ she asked. “Because you make love at me on our first meet. “ he said and smiled. “Gosh, don’t reminisce it. I am not on my mind that time. “ she said. “Hmmm… don’t lie. You fell crazy while giving you romance. “ he said.

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

“I know you wouldn’t understand any of this but I love her, she makes me happy and she makes me alive.” “And what does that make mom? Where you not happy in the times you were together? After 17 of marriage you’re just going to give up just for a mere fling?” “Myles, she’s not a fling… I hate to say this to you now but we’ve been together now for five years. She was my first love before I met your mother. She left me and I thought she moved on so I did, I married your mom and we had you but I didn’t exactly expect that she’ll come back and told me that she still love me. It just felt right… to be with her.”

With a renewed sense of hope and excitement, I looked forward to the future – a future filled with love, vulnerability, and the possibility of a beautiful and transformative love story. And as I lay in bed that night, a soft smile on my lips, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment. I was ready to take the leap of faith and embrace the love that had blossomed between Christopher and me. The journey ahead might not be easy, but with love as our compass, I knew that together, we would navigate the uncharted territory of vulnerability and discover the true beauty of a love that was meant to be.

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.

Alex watched Hazel whose expression became nervous which made him smile. “The woman I’ve ever loved, the first woman to make me smile truly and genuinely, her voice so delicate and sweet especially when she calls my name while I’m side of her, her nervous expression whenever she’s with me, her dark hair always made me remember how beautiful dark nights are,” Alex said as he watched Hazel look outside the window with her hands rubbing against her shorts so nervous. Hazel doesn’t understand why she’s so nervous to hear Alex talk about his first love but she finds herself wishing she never asked. “Whenever she stared her blue eyes at me, I felt goosebumps in me, and my heart raced to thank the

I can still remember the day I took the photograph, her exact posture, and her words. I could remember her lips moving to tell me how much she loved me and the big grin that was displayed on my face as I worked on the camera to get a perfect angle. Penelope. She was my first love. The one I had thought was the one for me until she walked out of my life like everyone else. The pain she left was greater because aside from the heartbreak, I was also suffering from the fire incident. She left me at my worst when I needed her the most.

A strange, crushing weight settled on my chest, squeezing, suffocating—like a fist had wrapped around my heart and was slowly, mercilessly tightening its grip. First love. I swallowed hard. Firsts aren’t meant to be forgotten. They stain you. Brand you. They either make you or ruin you. And judging by the way Adrian’s jaw clenched when he looked at her—the way he didn’t immediately throw her out—she had ruined him. Maybe that’s why he’s the way he is now. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t believe in love. Because he already gave his heart away once. And I… I was nothing but a shadow standing in the aftermath.