Little Thing Called First Love Novels & Stories

“She is the only one on my mind all day. The moon goddess knew exactly what she was doing when she made her my mate. And what the hell are you talking about, no romantic spark? You aren’t even in my heart. You can’t feel what I feel for her.” Cassie rolled her eyes briefly, unseen, then placed her hand on his back, rubbing slow, soothing circles as if calming a wild animal. “I understand what it feels like to be in love, you know,” she murmured, voice soft and almost pitying. “I have been in love, madly, crazily, stupidly in love. But I promise you, you will get over it. First love is always like this, it drives everyone insane. But there is a reason it’s called ‘first love’ it’s not meant t

Maybe it was the color of the sky, or maybe it was him, but for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like I was running from anything. The messages, the laughter, the warmth in my chest—it all felt… right. As I drove out of the parking lot, one thought echoed quietly in my mind. Maybe this was what it meant to fall in love—not with the grand gestures or the perfect moments, but with the little things. The texts that made you blush. The conversations that made you laugh. The way his words stayed with you long after the phone went dark. And somehow, I couldn’t wait to get home.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his voice rough and low. "I’ll be gentle." That night, as he claimed me over and over again, Steve whispered between kisses that from the moment he first saw me, he too had loved me for five long years.

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.

“Yes, I know.” “Well?” “It’s . . . it’s . . .” He floundered for a few moments before inhaling deeply. “It’s everything, isn’t it? It’s the quiet dinners when not much gets said. It’s the sunny days at the beach. It’s hearing your laughter in my head when I see Kayla giggling. It’s seeing the love in your eyes when you watch our baby sleep. It’s watching the sun rise in your smile and set in your tears. It’s the contentment in seeing you eat and sleep and study and play. It’s the small, everyday things, like never getting tired of watching you tuck that same stubborn strand of hair behind your ear twenty times a day, and it’s the huge life-altering things like seeing your smile and my eyes o

Logan looked forward to their next date. Logan went to school the next day, with a radiating smile on her face. She was beginning to experience the feeling of first love. Logan found the first person she ever wants to be with. The first one she ever had feeling for. She looked forward to seeing him and wanted to spend time with him. As they danced the night away, she felt a connection, special bond, with him. Charlie is her soul mate. She knew there would always be a place for Charlie in her heart. It was love on the first date.

I couldn't tell if it was just my imagination, but a faint blush crept across her fair cheeks. "The weather's going to be perfect tonight. You'll definitely see them. And I hope all your wishes come true." What I didn't know was that on that miserable night a year ago, Millie had been standing just a short distance away. The sight of a heartbroken young man standing under the night sky had etched itself deeply into her heart ever since. "You must be starving. Want something to eat?" Millie pulled out a few bags of jerky. Incredibly, they were my absolute favorite flavor.

I tried to remember the day Leo lost his first tooth. I knew it had happened in Brooklyn. I remembered the smell of the damp brick and the sound of the trains rattling the windowpanes. But the details—the color of the small plastic box we kept it in, the way he had laughed when I told him about the tooth fairy—were gone. A sharp, violet spark hissed along the golden veins of my left arm. The Gilded Toll had collected another payment. I was winning a war, but I was becoming a stranger to my own life.

I ask. I need to know. I don’t know why, but I need to. Clara stops laughing, catching her breath. “That was in eighth grade. Nobody thought we could ever be together because Zayn had a first love. A girl whom he never stopped talking about whenever the girls in school asked him on a date. When we— ” First love? My stomach tightens. First love? He never mentioned that. Of course he didn’t. Zayn hasn't shared anything with me. His only rule in the contract is not to ask questions.

Showing a mocking smile, but meant to be directed to himself, not Minho. "Talking about heartbreak, everybody here must have experienced heartbreak from your first love," Ren Yi Xiang began the intermezzo, making some of the audience and the four men nod their heads. "They say first love is a love that you will remember forever. You won't get over it, especially for a man. For me, my first love ended tragically. I met my first love in high school. She was my deskmate. We always talk and interacted every day. Then I start to developed feelings, but I didn't dare to tell her. Then it ends." Ren Yi Xiang said with a very amusing expression, making everyone think about their first love too.