روايات وقصص ضمن Little Thing Called First Love

The morning of my engagement party should have been a symphony of joy, the culmination of every dream I’d ever harbored. Instead, I woke to a silence that felt heavy, deafening in its intensity. A single, nagging question pulsed in my mind like a rhythmic ache: Does he have a first love? I had tried to bury my instincts for months, but the ghost of his reaction haunted me. I could never quite forget the way he had simply walked out—his silhouette retreating into the night—all because I had dared to ask a simple question: "Am I your first love?"

In which there was also a newspaper, it was written in big words. Find the little princess and become rich................... "Every False things will not change reality. No matter how much he fools others. That much makes some successful.But he can never make me mad." She was talking to something while looking at the window. But suddenly the weather changes. After Edison's wife, then Edison and Layla Both have benefited a lot from each other. What left Edison to divorce his first wife , She is of no avail even after 4 childred.And that's why Edison had to do second marriage for the sake of his children.

The stream gushed and created calm, soothing sounds that enhanced the serenity of the atmosphere. We had taken out our picnic and spread it on the tablecloth that lay on the floor. “You do know you are the most beautiful female I have ever laid my eyes on,” he said. Fun fact, I had never experienced this, whatever it was at that time of my life. Love, I later learned, was what it was called. I had never been in love before, he was my first lover. “I–” I stuttered. He chuckled. “I find you cute, I just can’t get enough of you.”

Lizette’s P.O.V. “Little Swan!” The sensation of deep yearning struck me senseless as the lost love registered its presence. Vincent’s baritone skipped my heart beat like whenever he called me Little Swan. My heart was brimming with so much love that I didn’t need any assurance, this name was a reminder how he fell in love with me at first sight. Listening to this deep affection of his voice again, I couldn’t help but respond to my mate’s call with a loving hug. The tears trickled down my eyes as I sniffled.

"I'm sorry. That was too sudden, I shouldn't have thrown that at you. "No! That's not it at all! I was just.. well..." He looks at me with wide eyes, mouth hanging open slightly. "Well what?" "I... also love.. you." I manage to get out weakly, mostly from embarrassment. I lower my head to bed the blush that's creeping back up my face. I feel his strong fingers grasp my chin and lift my face back up towards his and his thumb rubs softly along my lower lip. He leans down and brushes his lips against mine in a soft, sweet kiss.

I accepted the call and said nothing. “Why, hello my little cousin.” I curled my free hand into a tight fist. “What do you want, Jeremy?” my tone was sharp. He chuckled. “I only called to check up on little Caleb and know how’s he’s doing in the huge city of LA. How’s work?” Jeremy was only five years older me. He called me ‘little’ to spite me and I hated him for that. I imagined his red face and crooked nose that only his wife could love. His crooked nose that I had broken once. I smiled briefly at the memory.

The air was cool and crisp carrying the scent of wet earth and renewal. As the rain drummed on, everything looks perfect,as my beautiful wife(Ophelia)was lying beside me. She lay beside me her breathing was slow, peaceful and her chest raising up and falling beneath the thick sheet that clung delicately to her curves. The way her body curled towards me as I stretched out my hand to cuddle her. She stirred slightly in her sleep and her back pressing gently on my chest,that tiny movement natural and unconscious sparked something in me.I moved my hands draping it around her waist and slowly deliberately,my hands began to move,tracing the curves of her hip beneath the sheet.

she picks up a pillow and attempts to use it as a barrier between us but I yank it out of her hand and fling it across the room “Why should I? Newlyweds are suppose to consummate their marriage on their wedding night are they not?”I inch even closer,her soft pink lips drawing me in like a magnet.i remember distinctly how they taste..like cherries and vanilla.. Sweet,sweet vanilla A sudden urge to taste her again envelopes me. Heat pools beneath my navel sending signals to my cock. Her lips quiver and I think of multiple ways to stuff my cock in them Her back hits the wall with a loud thud.trepidation and anticipation glimmer in the depth of her emerald eyes

The smile that was mine first. A soft laugh escapes me, echoing off the empty walls. “Five days,” I whisper to no one. “Just five more days, my love. And then you’ll never need him again.”

And the crushing weight of questions I still can’t answer. They say first love is less about perfection and more about discovery—the raw, unfiltered moments that shape who you become. For me, Carmen was that first love: the one who awakened feelings I didn’t know existed, and the one whose absence left a permanent scar. Even as the world pulled them apart, the memory of that first love stayed stubbornly alive, a fragile thread connecting me to a hope I wasn’t ready to give up.