First Love Novels & Stories

I hate to admit but… This is true. Really, Akesha Melody Anderson is falling hard to a gangster? This is called Unexpected Love and all I could only pray that he was feeling the same way. I wish that he’s the one for me. I wish will be together and be happy in the right time and place. Someday we will meet at the right time and we will be together forever.

I turned back and still caught his gaze which sent goosebumps into me, somehow I like the feeling, I hate to admit it but I think that am falling in love with Jace. "Jean I...emmm, how will I say this"he stuttered still staring at me "I like you Jean, like really like you"he said and my heart leaped I don't know why it did that but I love the feeling, goosebumps on my body and.... He just told me he loves me, I think. "I don't think I understand "I said trying to get the more information "I love you Jenny "he said and I bit my lower lip "I have to at cool, Jenny be cool"i said inwardly and breathed out

For five years of marriage, my husband, Caleb Sullivan, had only one rule when it came to buying household appliances: if he could get it secondhand, he would never buy it new. He had found our refrigerator on an online marketplace, picked up our washing machine from a local seller, and even complained that the robot vacuum I had spent six months waiting for at a discounted price of 300 dollars was too expensive. "We're not putting our lives on display for other people. What matters is that the machine works." I had always assumed he had grown up poor and was simply afraid of going back to those days. That was until my best friend, Yasmine Owens, moved into her new home and Caleb asked me

came his reply. "Ofcourse I know your priority is your first love" she said in mocking tone. "First love??" he asked cocking a brow. "Yeah your laptop, files, and work are your first love" she complained like a little kid who's candy was taken away from her. He was amused by her complaint. "You don't need to be jealous of them, Angel. They didn't steal my heart at first sight unlike you so they are not my first love. You are my first love, my destiny, my life" honestly he spoke his heart out.

Sandra was just trying really hard to open her eyes “I know he will come back because I am his first love” Summer assured “Firs love? All guys are jerks baby, summer they do not think with their brains or heart, they think with their dicks. First love, that is Child’s play, I have never seen anyone who ends up with their first love and if they do it never lasts because it is all an illusion” Sandra was speaking facts and Summer needs to listen “But…” She tried to look for word but noting came up

Mary replied "Ooh, no, no, no, I'm not fighting with you two. I want to tell you guys something please" Samantha "Make your words fast because we're going to the cinema" "I'm in love with Ella, I love her so much, can you please talk to her for me?" Mary moves closer to Alfred and said "No way! she's in love with someone else, she can never date someone like you. Her Prince Charming is coming back soon. Let go Samantha".

I hoped it would be sooner rather than later. ************ Joelle I left the ward with a wide grin painting my face as I made my way towards the ER. The warmth of happiness was a comfortable embrace. My happiness was short lived however as I heard a familiar, yet unexpected voice. “It’s nice to see that at least one of us is happy,” the voice intoned. It was Jason. “What are you so happy about?” he inquired. His words brought me back down to Earth. What was I so happy about? I wasn’t even sure myself. Was it because of what Chris had said? Or was it because of Chris himself. First love never dies, I thought. Had I really loved him? Or had I simply been infatua

**Ghosts of Old Love** Lillian sat at the kitchen table, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone. The soft hum of conversation filled the house—Claire was cooking dinner, Ethan was fixing something in the living room, and Samuel was chatting excitedly about a new project at school. But Lillian wasn’t really listening. Her mind was elsewhere, stuck on the photo that had just appeared on her screen. There, smiling brightly in the picture, was Luke—her first love. And next to him, in a white dress, was the woman he was about to marry.

but what he did to me I can't forget that and forgive him if I forgive him now, what if we get married in the future, he will do the same mistake again, touching me without my permission, I don't like this at all, I hate doing anything forcefully or without permission, so I can't forgive him that's it. Pankaj: What my kitten is thinking so deeply, I hope she forgives me, I can't lose her at any cost, now I m sure I like her very much, and she is the only mine...I have to specify her. I am stuck in that time, When our sights first collapsed, Our very first glance, That took me away to another world, The world full of colors and stars, The way you smiled at me, Took me for hours, We didn't kno

My heart feels like suddenly held by her hand and she's being careful holding it that it might break if she doesn't. “Me too.” I say. But it seems like I find no more words to say except these two words. Because “me too” feels safer than to say nothing at all. She's my first love. The first girl who ever saw me. The first girl whom I ever kissed so sincerely that I was afraid of ever let go. The first girl who loved me tenderly and without anything in between. It was real. The love between us. And I hope this thing right here with me and her, will never end.