Invisible To My First Love Novels & Stories

Her back was still turned towards her. “Was she crying?” Gabriel contemplated in bewilderment. “What were you thinking, Gabriel?” He wanted to bang his head in the wall. But he needs some apologizing to do. “Evina is…” He wanted to say that she was someone unimportant. But he didn’t know why, at that time, he wanted to pour his heart out. “My first love,” he added. He then sat on the bed as he brushed his hair up and drew in a deep breath. The lady who satisfied him also sat down beside her. But he couldn’t dare look at her out of guilt.

The way she worked tirelessly while others treated her like she was invisible. Somehow, without realizing it, I started looking for her unconsciously every day. And anytime I saw her, a smile would unconsciously spread across my lips. Before I knew it, for the first time since my mum died, I began loving another woman. But the day I wanted to confess my feelings to her, I discovered the lady I was in love with, had her eyes for another man. And that man was no other than Kael. The first time I saw the way Selene looked at Kael, I already knew I had lost before I even had a chance to try. Because the way she stared at him, it was the same way people stared at the moon after living in darkness

Like the years of waiting, of wanting, of being invisible had finally, impossibly, caught up with her. "You don't know," Vanessa whispered. "You don't know what it's like to be nothing. To be invisible. To love someone so much you'd do anything, be anything, and they never even see you." Elena held her wrists. Her arms were burning. But she didn't let go.

him. School days. After he went blind. She'd saved everything. Even those awkward class pics. The weight hit his chest hard. She'd loved him in all the quiet ways. When even his family walked out, she hadn't. He couldn't shake the days and nights they'd shared. Couldn't forget how real she'd been with him. Sasha's love was never loud. It was quiet—like a still lake. Barely a ripple. But crystal clear. When Vincent opened the message history, one name topped the list—Mira.

"Yeah. Atasha Valverde. She was... my first love." The phrase hit me unexpectedly. My heart gave a small, irrational sting. First love. There was a weight in those words, a kind of tenderness you could never quite replace. I took a quiet breath, willing myself to stay composed, but jealousy brushed faintly across my chest like smoke.

Now they gripped her lustily. My heart cracked open. A burning lump lodged in my throat, but I couldn’t cry. The tears refused to fall, as if even they were too ashamed of how pathetic I felt. I had thought of giving my virginity to him as a gift on our first night together. My chest ached, and with every breath, my belly ached. I had become invisible. A ghost watching the death of her own dreams.

First Person POV (Saphira) Some truths don’t come softly they tear through you like shrapnel, forcing you to bleed before you can heal. And tonight, I realized the man I love has been bleeding for years… in silence. --- The air in the penthouse was still like the city itself was holding its breath.

It wasn’t love either. It was something else. A storm. A claiming. And for the first time in years, I wasn’t invisible. ~~~~ I rested my cheek on the windowpane, the glass cool against my warm skin. Below, the garden was quiet. The same one where I first met Luca. Where Dante saw me laugh for the first time. I wondered if he remembered that. If he thought of it when he pinned me to the bed and broke me open. If he hated that someone else saw a part of me he never claimed.

the broadcast repeated, using previously recorded footage from a residential area. The on-scene reporter intoned, “Our attempts to speak with the victim’s widow about the revelations that have surfaced have so far been unsuccessful,” as footage from the morning’s events scrolled across the screen. Mason’s jaw dropped when he glanced at the screen and saw whose shocked face had been captured briefly on camera. She’d only been visible for three, perhaps four seconds. But that was long enough. I’d know that face anywhere. After all, he’d been in love with Madeleine Kay Smithing since the fourth grade.

Another detail about my love story, about the first time I saw Him. Many people say that the person you meet and fall in love is never right one for you but just an infactuation. Please I beg to defer. Amidst the confusion of friendship, love at first sure, tired of love and living my weaknesses away, , I noticed that young man was special. I am not so sure of what he looked like on that first night when he visited aside his soft palms because and, because I can testify that the love had closed down most of my senses.