First Contact Novel Novels & Stories

All she could think of was that kiss. “That kiss…” she thought. “It felt familiar... like something I've known before. But it wasn’t Oliver… it was… Denver.” Little did she know, Denver had just unknowingly taken her very first kiss. The moment they stepped into the mansion, Manang Lita rushed to meet them with a panicked look. “Ay naku, Sir, Ma’am! Why are you both soaking wet?” she gasped, eyes widening at their drenched state. “Cara, hurry—get two towels!” she shouted.

A small amount spilled, warm against my skin. “Careful,” he murmured. Before I could react, he leaned forward. Too close. Way too close. His hand brushed lightly against my chest as he wiped the spill away.his hand carefully and slowly brushed against my n**ples which set a sensitive signal to my head, The contact was brief. Accidental. But my entire body reacted like it wasn’t. A sharp inhale caught in my throat. My pulse spiked instantly. He paused. Just for a second. Like he noticed.

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

Make your move—or I will. --- Emma’s POV The next day, Grace, Marcus, Roland, and I prepared for the confrontation. The safe house was in a secluded part of the city, surrounded by warehouses and abandoned buildings. As we approached, Marcus motioned for us to stop. “Stay behind me. We don’t know what we’re walking into.” My heart felt heavy as we moved closer. This wasn’t the life I had envisioned for myself. Yet, here I was, caught in a war between men who thrived on power and destruction.

"I... I am sorry," I stammered, scrambling up from the bed, my face flushed with embarrassment. My heart thundered in my chest as I felt his piercing gaze following my every movement. Before I could take another step, his hand shot out, grabbing mine. He pulled me close-so close that I could feel his warmth radiating against my skin. The intoxicating heat from his body mixed with the faint scent of pine and something raw, almost feral. His breath brushed against my cheek, and I instinctively kept my head bowed, avoiding his gaze. I knew better than to look directly into his eyes. These creatures were unpredictable, volatile. One wrong move could mean my life.

When the only sound was the click of the keyboard and the hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the oak tree in the wind. --- Laura found out two weeks in. She walked into the study at midnight. I did not hear her. I was typing. My back was to the door. "What are you doing," she said. I turned around. "Writing." "Writing what." "A book." "About what." "About everything." She walked to the desk. Looked at the screen. "The first time I saw her, I did not know she would save my life. I just knew she was different. She looked at me like I was not a monster. I had not realized I was a monster until she looked at me like I was not."

It was unlike the others she’d had before and knew so well like the back of her hand, it felt different. Something also gnawed at her. Why was it that she never saw her attacker's face? The person who killed her? Or the person who killed Rosalie? Scarlett shook her head, dispelling the thoughts. It was bad luck to think of such things in the wee hours of the morning. For now, she wanted to focus on enjoying her new apartment, new friend, and hopefully a new life. She fixed herself a sandwich and orange juice. Noting that she had to return Brianna’s cookie bowl which sat on her kitchen table, she quickly gobbled her breakfast and headed to her room again.

The leather binding has fancy marks in it and has title imprinted on the front. "That first kiss." Ugh, from just the title you could tell that a teenage girl at the start of her puberty wrote it. I couldn't really tell if Nova's a girl or a boy, he wants to be called a "he" but then writes a full novel about a CEO obsessing over a girl. I don't know why Nova doesn't want to call it a book when it obviously was. Don't let the title fool you, the story slowly turns dark and twisted.

"You look new. I haven't seen you around here." "I am new. I just came to visit my grandpa, and now I find myself attending school here," I told her, chuckling. "Okay, by the way, I'm Cassie." She said and stretched her hand out to me. "I'm Alyssa." I took her hand and smiled at her. "Well, enjoy your stay here," she said. "Thank you. Uh, sorry, can you show me the way to the director's office?" "Okay, just wait for me here. I just want to drop this thing off at the store. I'll be back in a jiffy," she said and walked away.

she trails off Alexander holds a hand up to her silencing her, he stands up and shakes his head “So you are telling me the girl I am in love with is going……..” He stops talking and I see the furious look on Kayla’s face “You WHAT!!!! she screamed at him I had to agree with her she was mated to him and he had just admitted he was in love with my mate. Kayla throws the book at him and storms out the room and Alexander chases after. There was so much I wanted to say to him but he had enough problems on his plate. Picking up the book and flicking through, there are pages on vampires, werewolves, witches even hunters and there was a whole section on Alpha-Lunas separate from the werewolf section.