Highschool Love Novels & Stories

Agatha whispered in my ear, her arm sliding around my waist as we paused in front of the main wall of photographers. "I love you, Agatha," I murmured back, leaning my head against her shoulder for a fraction of a second, completely unbothered by the flashing cameras capturing the intimate gesture. "I love you more," she replied softly. As we walked through the grand glass doors of the theater, leaving the cameras behind to officially watch the premiere of Love Triangle, I knew our journey through the storm was finally complete. We had fought through manipulation, heartbreak, and a literal hell just to find our way back to each other. But standing here, secure in her arms, I knew that every s

I want these memories and moments to be frozen in time so I can look at them and remember every feeling. Jace is on his way here to take me to Shirley’s 40 year anniversary party. Her and her husband Thomas have been married since they were 21 years old. That’s the kind of love I see myself having with Jace. He brings out the best in me and I him.

Kaze praises Alex. Yes, his name is Kaze Lovett, a 19-year-old 12th grader. It's funny how this 19-year-old boy is a grade higher than me in this high school skit I am playing. But, it amazes me how mature Kaze is despite his very young age. I think he is more mature than me... or even Mom, LOL. "Aren't you going to ask me about why am I so different last night and right now?" I ask as we walk back to our buildings. I realize that it is better to make a clear alibi to him right now instead of having him suspect behind my back.

Lee. She places her hand on my folded arms in front of me. “I felt the same thing, too. Back in high school, my best friend took his life. His name's John” She clears her throat before continuing. “I became depressed trying to know his reasons. I knew he was a happy young man. He was the first boy I ever fell in love with. I didn't know what was wrong.” Her smile is sad but happy at the corner. It's like she's sad that he's gone but happy because of the memories she had with him.

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

From the very first time I met her in the kitchen two years back, she made me feel hard just by looking at her. Many says this is not love, but this what I have. I am loving her the way I want to. Her humbleness, her selflessness makes me fall in love with her again and again and every time harder from before. Call it an obsession or whatever, I'll name it love. My love. Ha, mere ander hawas hai. After all she is my fucking wife. (yes I lust for her)

He couldn't deny the fact that he already had a crush on her. "Damn it." He said to himself. He had never really been in love with any girl before. Girls were supposed to be in love with him, not the other way round. Almost all the girls in Maverick High had a crush on him and he loved the attention he was getting from it. He couldn't possibly be in love with someone he barely knows. Or can he? He thought. Either way, he made a mental note of walking up to her after class and telling her he liked her. Just then, Charlie leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"The room is soundproof for reasons like this. Be as loud as you want, baby. No one will hear you." He thrusts sharply, causing a loud moan to escape as my eyes roll back. His pace was almost painful. I kiss him roughly just as my orgasm rips through me. My legs start to feel like jelly. He releases a soft moan as he slows his pace. I lay my head on his shoulder as I pant aggressively. "I love you," I breathe. He kisses my shoulder blade. "I don't have a problem giving you another lesson on what's yours if you would like?" I let out a small chuckle.

My wife is being fucked into the mattress, and I’m standing in the hallway with my dick pressed against my jeans, throbbing like it belongs to someone else. I used to be the only man who touched her. We were high school sweethearts. The kind of love people made I*******m reels about—first kiss, prom night, wedding day, all of it. We weren’t flashy. She worked at our old middle school. I fixed cars at a local shop. We weren’t rich, but we had something solid. Something real.

"If no one else wants to be your friend, I'll be your friend. From now on, I've got your back." She scratched her head bashfully when he stared at her. Upon second thought, she unhooked the keychain from her backpack and handed it to him with a dimpled grin. "Here. This is a friendship gift," she said. At that moment, the seed of love took root in Carter's heart. He had treasured that gift for many years. Now, staring at the keychain for what felt like an eternity, Carter finally placed it into a box. Sealing the box felt like he was storing away the love he had harbored for Misty over the past decade.