Just First Time Stories Novels & Stories

Stories that are waiting for the right wolf to tell them. I smiled. "Then I will tell them." I gathered the wolves of Silvermoon in the great hall. "I have found the first story," I said. "The tale that started everything. But there are other stories. Stories that have not yet been told. Stories that are waiting for us to tell them." The wolves listened, their eyes bright with curiosity. "These stories are the future. They are the tales of wolves who have not yet been born, worlds that have not yet been created, possibilities that have not yet been realized. They are waiting for us to bring them into being."

"No, it's not pathetic, it's chance and happenstance. Maybe a little pickiness." She had managed to get me decently hard, and she was rubbing herself, getting warmed up for me, while she continued her tale. "Dad loved hearing Beth's story about her first time. I know I did. Pretty cool. You wanna know about my first time, Jack?" She was on her side, opening her legs for me, and guiding me home. I grabbed her hips and tugged her closer, lifted her leg, and settled in. So good, so right.

Genuinely. This is my first book. My first story. My first time putting something out there that came from my head and my heart, and honestly? That's terrifying. It's like showing someone your diary, except you've decorated it with dragons and heartbreak and inside jokes that only make sense to you. There are going to be typos. There are going to be plot holes big enough to drive a truck through. There might be sentences that make zero sense on the first read, and characters who change personalities mid-chapter because I hadn't figured them out yet. And you know what? That's okay. Every writer starts somewhere. Every story begins as a messy, chaotic first draft that only its creator truly lo

"I did the same thing to my ex, but we broke up on good terms. I didn't hide that from you, did I? You accepted my imperfections then, but somehow, you decided that I wasn't good enough for you. Tell me, what was your purpose when you first got in touch with me?" Jake was stunned for a moment. "Nothing in particular, really. I just liked you, and I fell in love with you. I wanted to be with you forever, but my friends were talking about their first time, and I realized I didn't get to be your first. You're such a beautiful, adorable, and amazing woman, so the thought of that upset me. I was only venting to them. I didn't mean it, I swear!"

ANDY’S POV I block my face from the sun with my hand as I step out of Kelani’s News Company. It is the biggest News Company here in Texas and I knew they would want to take my story. I had gone to two others earlier today and I had agreed to do an interview by next week, if Drake wants to play the power game, then it’s game on. I climb into the car and Angela hands me a small bag of food and I take a peek inside.

She thought for a while and agreed "Sure why not?" They continued the game and did come to know a lot about each other, her first proposal when she was only ten and she went crying to her mom at home. Her first sanitary shopping, napkins where she fumbled with the names and even her first kiss when she was 11 and she pushed the boy telling that he smelt like rotten potatoes and his saliva stinks, must have been quite humiliating for the boy for sure. Edwin too shared some of his ego threatening first timers like his first condom purchase, his first time masturb*g and being caught by his own mom and lot more, few of them were not even shared with Stella but he can proudly admit he was doing t

The boy whose name is jack asked. "I am going to tell Miss. Clair that you are bulying the kid again" She said fearlessly . "You dare not" Jack replied his confidence is wavering now. "Try me" The girl said tilted her head smiling slightly. "You will regret it Faith" After saying that Jack and his friends run away. The girl walked towards the little Asher and said excitedly. "Hi! My name is Faith Miller" forwarding her hand. Little Asher looked at the girl face than her hand contemplating whether he should shake it or not but after giving it a thought he finally shake her hand and said

she said and stands up to sat beside me. "Well, putting aside his child like personality, he can be nice. Can" I said putting the very emphasis to the last word that I said. Justin smiled at me and dig in to her pasta and garlic bread. I open the book, The First Born, could be read on the first page of the book. Unlike the other books, materials and researches that I have that usually talk about everything about the Lycanthropes, this is the first time that I have encounter something about the first child from their race.

First of all, thank you for giving this story a chance. I would like to grab your attention on few things. 1) English isn't my first language. 2) This is my first story. 3) This story is just my imagination and it do not have any connection with real world. 4) Its my original work and I don't allow or permit anyone to copy my work. 5) Their is nothing like separation, drama and serious fights between the protagonists. 6) This story contains romance, comedy and suspense, means a clićhe story.

"I'll be going now." That scared me. How can that girl just get colors out of nowhere? It doesn't make any sense. It's too much to be a coincidence. I picked up her wallet, looked for her to give it back to her, and it just so happened that I could see colors around her. After years of literally not meeting anyone with colors, I meet her on my first day here? I won't just accept it so easily. There has to be some kind of catch to this. I'm sorry, Lilac Innocencia, but this will be the first and last time we'll ever talk to each other.