It Wasn't Love At First Sight Novels & Stories

“I never expected that getting into a car accident would lead you to meet a girl who finally caught your eye.” This must be what they called fate. “Don’t celebrate too soon,” Peter interjected. “What if Dr. Jones already has a boyfriend?” Alex was silent for a moment. “God wouldn’t be so cruel to me, would He?” Despite finally experiencing love at first sight, he really could not pursue her if she turned out to be someone else’s girlfriend.

He yelled at her. "She can't help it, Graves; it's destiny." "What's that supposed to mean?" He looked even more perplexed. "It's hard for me to explain, but for them just now, it was love at first sight." "Love at first sight doesn't exist." Freya had finally managed to push Adam away, but his protesting growl told me he wasn't very happy about it. "Oh, it exists, alright." Freya was breathing heavily when she spoke to Agent Graves.

" To be honest. I never fell in love to someone before. Not even in my high school life. I never had a crush. First, I thought I was a lesbain or something. " She chuckled at that as his eyes widen a little. " ....But it turns out, I really am not into a relationship before. Maybe because I was just a kid back then. And when I saw you at the club that night.. I fell for you at a very first time. You know, I really don't believe at love at first sight. Only omma and appa was. Appa fell in love with omma when he saw her for the very first time at the library when they were in college. That's where their love story started.. I didn't believe at love at first sight before.. But then it happened

In fact, I felt warm in Alliando's arms. "Please, hold on!" He continued to say those lines in a hoarse voice, as if it was the only hope he had in the world. With my remaining strength, I raised my hand and touched his cheek. "Hey, All. You've asked about our relationship, right? I don't know if you remember it or not. But, we are not just ordinary friends. Our relationship is very unique because I am your first love, and you are also my first love.” I was really surprised that I could utter such a long sentence in such a bad condition.

Because I was starting to lose myself. "Troy, I found myself again. I'm not losing me for you. Don't come looking for me." I turned toward the house. Then his arms locked around me from behind. "Don't leave. Just give me one more shot, okay? You're the only person I've ever loved. There's never been anyone else." I peeled his fingers off, one at a time. "Sorry. I don't love you anymore." The door shut behind me. I could hear him choking back sobs.

Put it down again. I walk to the kitchen and pour my perfectly good coffee down the sink for no reason and stand there gripping the counter and think: I cannot do this. I cannot be in love with Adrian Knight. That is not what this is. That is not what we agree to. The contract has an end date and none of this is supposed to be real. Except. Except I cannot explain that photograph. That photograph is not pretending. And anyone who looks at it for more than three seconds knows that, which is probably why it gets forty-seven thousand impressions in two hours. People recognize something real even when the people in it are still in the middle of panicking about it.

The command shimmered. For years, it would have worked. The first love. The Savior. The woman he had carried up the stairs while I bled on white marble. The beam waited. I waited too, hating that my heart still knew how to brace. Kael's answer came rough and quiet. "No." One syllable. No Alpha force. No beautiful speech. No apology dressed as redemption. Just no. Serena's face went blank. The shard in her chest flickered violently. The archive Leo inside it gave a tiny, broken laugh.

“It doesn’t make sense. I hated you when we first met.” “And now you don’t?” I smirked. She rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t really matter.” I just wanted to tease her a little, but she was right. It didn't matter if she hated me or not. Our focus should be on what people thought of us. It was common to marry with no love at all. But people loved to see something they wanted to see. And our job was to put on a show, make sense or not. So here was the summary of the script: we fell in love at first sight and while going on a few dates, we decided to hit the marriage button right away.

This was someone different—a side of him I wasn’t sure I was supposed to see. A lump formed in my throat, and I forced my gaze away, sucking in a steadying breath. This was the first time I’d ever woken up next to him. It was something I should’ve experienced when we were married. But back then, Axel had been a ghost, never letting me in his space or anywhere near him. Shaking off the memories, I reached for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up, and I frowned when I saw the date. It was Saturday.

She hadn’t noticed the car parked out of place across the way that was visible through the bars of the iron fence, and she most definitely didn't see my smirk when I looked that way before turning her to face me. In all honesty, I forgot our audience as soon as our lips touched. In my mind’s eye, I could still see her dancing, the look of joy and peace on her face, plain for all to see. I put my hands beneath the cape and drew her in close going deeper as we both got caught up in the feverish passion of the kiss. It’s the first we’d shared in a while, and I realized only then how much I’d missed being this close to her.