Invisible To My First Love Novels & Stories

Looking at the line of 4 words suddenly made tears fall from his eyes. Was the first tear in his life shed for her? A girl he did not love or miss, for the past 22 years, he has always rejected? It's absurd… Was it contempt or was it his invisible concern for her? “Farewell to the Robert… Perhaps, I will let go of everything, especially this unending love. Let's just say that I'm greedy for vanity, so I like you, at least you'll be remembered. It has been said that those who truly love will be reciprocated, right?

“Oh no… I think I forgot to tell him something. But he already said that falling in love was not an option, so I guess that’s the same thing with what I was thinking earlier? I mean, not falling in love means that feelings should and will never get involved because he deemed it so? I think it’s the same thing with a different name for it, yes. So I guess that’s settled now, I just need to do one last thing, I should really get out of here.” Annika thought to herself as she felt like people were still watching her and could hear her every single thought.

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.

I could feel his heated gaze devouring me. I couldn’t deny it. He could read my mind like an open book. “About us. Last night was the first time we made love. You were in no rush to get rid of me.” The hurt was evident in my voice. Yet I smiled, feeling awkward to voice my innermost inhibitions to him. It made me feel vulnerable, but he knew I loved him. What was there to hide?

I feel pretty but also emotional. I feel overwhelmed because a hard truth stabs a dagger into my heart. I turn my back to the mirror right when tears come out. I hide my face in my hands as a small cry slips out of my lips. I'm a secret bride, hidden away like a dirty little secret. And it's my own fault.

Nico I’m like a coiled snake ready to strike, I do not trust this girl or anyone here, a very long life of betrayal and war has taught me never to let my guard down. It goes against every instinct inside of me to let Amelia out of my sight in this moment.

See me at the fountain before school starts. The school fountain was everyone's favorite place. Everyone felt that place was non rule zone, as it was a place only for students. Teachers would barely pass by, and if they did, they wouldn't even look at what students were doing. They felt free to do what they wanted. Amy sat on a side of the fountain waiting for her friend to arrive. As she waited for her, she decided to check her phone and use a site she heard about lovecalculator.com. She introduced both her name and Jonah's in the boxes and clicked the button that said calculate. It appeared they had a sixty-eight percent of dating. " Interesting, you two a have a good chance of dating. " S

Title: Last Year, First Love CHAPTER 1 Annie’s POV If I’m being honest, high school has never been my idea of a fairytale. I’m not the girl chasing popularity or caring what anyone whispers behind my back. I’ve mastered the art of staying in my lane, avoiding drama, and focusing on one simple goal: survive senior year, graduate, and get the heck out.

Just like that, tears came streaming down my cheeks. "There's so much I never told you," I choked out. I went on, "I spent two years trying to win Declan over. However, once we were together, I found out he was in love with someone else. "Her name is Beatrice Porter, and she's his first love. All those years, I'd never seen her. I kept thinking maybe I still had a chance. "Then, one day, I was cleaning up his study and accidentally knocked over a wooden sculpture on his desk. He shoved me away and told me I wasn't allowed in there anymore. That was when I noticed the name 'Beatrice' carved into the base."

His eyes still held a lot of pain and something else- something big, and something intense that I couldn't hold his gaze for long. "The other thing I've hidden from you is...the fact that I love you." I froze. My heart started beating loud- too loud. So loud that I could hear the beating loudly in my ears among the silence of the night. I couldn't believe my ears. I wanted to pinch and slap myself and wake up from this dream. But Adrian continued speaking. "I love you, Evelyn White. I have ever since I've known the meaning of love. In fact, even before that. I've loved you from the moment you came to me with your blueberry muffin that first day when I was 10. And I've never stopped once."