Latched At First Sight Novels & Stories

I looked at Dean, who seemed to encourage me with a gentle gaze. “My heart raced when our eyes met. My body grew hot, and I felt something pulling me toward him. It was as if all my life I had been incomplete, and I only realized it in that moment.” I placed my hand over my chest, which was still pounding. Memories of the first time I saw Dean flooded back—that night in the motel of the small town where I was hiding. “A soft voice whispered in my ear, a sweet and gentle caress.” I lifted my eyes, meeting the old wolf who stared at me in complete shock, pale and mouth agape. “Fated.”

He remembered the first time he’d laid eyes on her, how he had stared at her that day, trying to figure out what he found so fascinating about her. She was tall, about five eleven, but she lacked the grace inherent in a lot of tall women. In fact, on that first day, she had seemed to fall over her feet just about every five minutes. She wasn’t even pretty. Her features taken separately were attractive enough, a long straight nose, lush mouth, high arching eyebrows, and the most beautiful, thickly lashed, brown eyes that he had ever seen. Yet when put together in her narrow, oval face, those features just didn’t seem to match. Still he had been compelled to stare for hours, drowning every tim

Luhan pointed to the woman on the laptop. His heart skipped a beat at her bare face. She didn't need makeup to showcase her beauty. A smile formed on his lips. "That's her. I want to be matched with her." He wasn't intentionally trying to meet her; he was curious to discover more about her. Despite recognizing familiarity in her eyes, his interest went beyond mere recognition. There was something intriguing about her, pulling him to unravel her mysteries. He vehemently denied it, unwilling to accept that he fell in love at first sight. It seemed impossible for a man like him, drawn to her beauty. He hoped she didn't have a boyfriend, and if she did, he'd compete for her.

Her chest heaved up and down, and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets due to shock. Liam’s brain and sense of reasoning froze at that point. For him, time stopped. He wasn’t interested in anything but her. Seeing her closer made her more beautiful. The way her lips slightly moved drew him closer. It stirred an urge within him. He wanted to have a taste of them. Her eyes—those eyes filled with fear—were heavenly; they intoxicated him even from a distance. For the first time, her eyes locked with his, and her body stiffened. She couldn’t retract or avert her gaze. She stared back, heart thumping faster. There was silence; the only audible thing was the sound of her heartbeat. She swall

“I thought about you every day,” “I leave quite an impression,” A smile settled on my lips. “From the first time, I saw you sitting on the patio of Luther's mansion. Every inch of you has been ingrained in my mind since then,” She stiffened suddenly against my hold. Her eyes searched mine as if wanting to break through the cold and brutal barricade of my mind. It was a risk I couldn't afford. I leaned closer. “Keep staring at me like that and I might just fuck you again tonight,”

my assistant mutters. I don’t respond. Because I’m already thinking. Already connecting. Already seeing the cracks. “You think you met her by chance,” Adrian continues. “A broken girl at the wrong place, wrong time.” My jaw tightens. “Wasn’t it?” he adds lightly. I don’t answer. Because I don’t give him that. “You felt something,” he goes on. “Immediate. Intense. Unexplainable.” A beat. “Love at first sight, perhaps?” Silence.

different. My head snapped up, and my eyes locked onto the platform. And there he was. Lucas. Time seemed to freeze. My heart thundered in my chest, the beat erratic and uncontrollable. The air felt charged, as if every molecule around us was crackling with electricity. His gaze found mine, piercing through the crowd like it was meant for me and me alone. The moment our eyes met, something shifted deep inside me. It was subtle at first, like a gentle hum, but it grew stronger, spreading through me like wildfire. A connection. A pull. Something that clicked into place, making me feel complete in a way I couldn't explain.

54yo guy can’t help but fall in love with a teenage girl. Enjoy.. ***** The first time I met Lacy, I fell completely and irrevocably in love with her. Nothing like it had ever happened before. In fact, all my life, I had adamantly sworn there was no such thing as love at first sight, prior to that day. But I would soon find that the entire course of my life would be forever altered after that fateful day. That was six months ago.

She scrolled the comments again, pausing at one. “Was it love at first sight?” This time, she didn’t read it aloud. She simply froze, her fingers hovering over the screen, contemplating. Her jaw tightened slightly—a subtle shift, but one I recognized instantly. But I did. Leaning in, my voice dropped to a low, intimate whisper meant for her ears only, despite the audience. "Skip it." But she disregarded my plea. "I think," she said, her tone measured yet cold, "it was interest at first sight. Perhaps respect. Love? That came later."

He making a mental checklist of things he was going to do after going back to his dorm when the door opened. "Ah- um you are not Alice" he stated as he saw a brunette with amazing hazel eyes standing before him. “I am aware that I am not Alice Jonathan" she stated and his mind slowly registered that it was Liza. He seemed to become quite a fool when he was around Liza. He had never been anything less than his charming smooth self when he was around ladies, but something about Liza made him into a stuttering rambling mess. When he had first seen Liza, the first thought that had crossed his mind was that she had amazing fingers, long and beautiful, like pianists, and the second thought that ha