Novel & Cerita First Love Again

I stared at her in silence. “You already know how the two of you met,” she continued patiently. “Use those memories. Remind her of the version of you she first fell in love with. Make her doubt everything she believes now. You're her first love, Corvin.” A slow, calculating smile spread across her lips. “And first love rarely dies completely.” The room became quiet again. Her words echoed inside my mind. First love... Could she really still have feelings buried somewhere beneath all that hatred? “Are you sure it'll work?” I asked cautiously.

“I don't care what kind of games you’re trying to play here, but let me remind you that you’ll only get one chance to marry me. “If you come to me now, I’ll pretend none of this ever happened. “Don’t do something you’ll regret because I won’t forgive you even if you beg on your knees.” Beg him? In her last life, she not only begged him to marry her, she begged him to thrive, begged him to just look at her, and begged him to show her some affection. She had already done more than enough begging. “Don't worry, I will never beg you for anything again in this lifetime.”

And he did. They crashed into each other like a wave against stone—needing, claiming, choosing. Clothes dropped to the floor in a trail of surrender. They made love slowly this time—no dominance, no possession—just skin, sighs, and promises whispered between gasps. She touched his scars. He kissed her tears. And when they lay tangled in the sheets, hearts pounding in sync, he turned to her. “I never thought I’d marry again,” he said. “You didn’t,” she whispered.

Why did some people fall in love again with those who had already hurt them? "Should I give myself a chance to love him again, even though he broke my heart once? My mind says no, but my heart keeps telling me that despite all the pain and heartache, he’s still my one and only..." Out of sheer frustration, she turned off the movie. It was ridiculously corny. Couldn’t she find anything decent to watch? Whoever wrote that script—ugh, so annoying. “I thought you were watching a movie? Why did you turn it off?” Briana asked as she stepped out of the bathroom.

When had he happened again? I looked up then. Really looked at him. And suddenly I realized something that terrified me. Somewhere in these three months... I had fallen again. Maybe not all at once. Maybe not loudly. But slowly. Quietly. Piece by piece. Somewhere between burnt breakfasts and bedtime stories and midnight cuddles and family dinners and tiny hands holding ours together, I had somehow fallen in love with him all over again. And maybe that was why my heart was beating so loudly now. Because this did not feel like a first kiss. Not really. It felt like coming back home after being lost for years. It felt like finding something I thought life had taken away from me forever. And may

I asked Vincent in disbelief. He threw an icy gaze at me before moving his gaze to his plate. I jerked my head backward in confusion. What did I do? Gabriel’s P.O.V. I knew that I behaved like a jerk, but I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing her shoulder when she told me that she had reconciled with her first love. Before this day, I always thought that I was his first man. But she told me yesterday that she had amnesia and she had forgotten about the person whom she loved the most.

Memories flashed through his mind. He recalled the first time they had met. At the bar,kissing in the hotel room and then finding out who they were. He recalled teaching her how to ride a horse. He recalled how lovely and enchanting she was each time she played the piano. Every single thing they did together was forever stuck on his mind. They had made love in every room of their apartment. How she always blushed when he calls her his darling sunshine. Daphne was the first woman who had truly captivated him.

*** GABRIEL *** I did it again. It was late in the night or early morning rather when I finally rolled away from her. Why is it that at the moment, in the heat of passion, the mind forgets everything, but the emotion and feelings as the body take over? But once that passion has been burnt to a cinder, reality comes rushing back, and your mistakes become superimposed on the brain?

As my lips moved against his, he gradually took over. He was one hell of a kisser. When I pulled away to gaze into his eyes, butterflies swarmed my stomach. The tenderness in his eyes was enough to make me go weak in the knees. Is this what it means to meet your soulmate? "Do you know me?" I slurred, and he raised a brow. "Who doesn't know you? You're Isabella Moreno, granddaughter of one of the richest men in New York," he responded, a certain glint in his eyes.

He placed his hands on my waist, I felt my body shivering. It’s so different, so different from his touch. It’s pathetic, I don’t want it… I don’t want it again. “Archie C---Crimson…” I sniffled his name trying to push him away. “I feel alive again, I thought you forgot about me, funny right? Because you can never forget your first love. My love!” He sneered.