Love At First Fight Novels & Stories

Matteo was on him instantly, snapping his neck with brutal efficiency. We fought back-to-back, breathing hard, bodies pressed together between strikes. His free hand brushed mine—brief, grounding, full of everything we couldn’t say. “I love you,” he gasped between punches. “No matter what those tests say. You’re mine. They’re mine.” Tears blurred my vision. “I love you too. You insane, beautiful monster. Don’t you dare die on me.”

Howard glanced over, his smile warm and steady, eyes tracing her profile in the dashboard's glow. "Howard," she murmured, lifting her gaze to meet his, "do you believe in love at first sight?" He eased the sedan to the roadside, tires crunching softly on gravel as he pulled into a quiet overlook, the city lights twinkling far below like fallen stars. The engine hummed to silence, and Howard turned fully to her, his past flickering unbidden—college days, young and reckless, the electric jolt when he first saw Vanessa across the quad. Heart pounding, he'd sworn it was love at first sight and chased it with fire in his veins. But it crumbled; they drifted apart, no fight left to salvage it. If

Sandra was just trying really hard to open her eyes “I know he will come back because I am his first love” Summer assured “Firs love? All guys are jerks baby, summer they do not think with their brains or heart, they think with their dicks. First love, that is Child’s play, I have never seen anyone who ends up with their first love and if they do it never lasts because it is all an illusion” Sandra was speaking facts and Summer needs to listen “But…” She tried to look for word but noting came up

“Oh, honey. Even if he didn’t return your feelings, watching you navigate your first taste of love was sweet. I’m just surprised you two are at such odds now.” “You shouldn’t, actually, because Stefano has always shown his detest for me since we were younger. And it’s not like I can’t stand him,” I mumble into my palms. “He just gets under my skin and pushes all my buttons.” I peek at her through my fingers. “But I don’t know if I’d call it love. I was so young then.” “First love leaves an impression, trust me. But I’m sure you’ll work it out. I hardly believe he actually hates you. Just don’t let him get the best of you. Rise above it and keep doing your best work.”

He will make sure that that is exactly what happens. "You want to mark me first love? Okay, we can do that. You are a beautiful, strong, warrior of a woman, and I would be honored to be your equal. In both our relationship, and this pack, or whatever pack we end up in if this fight doesn't go our way." Ansel agrees.

“I have no hope for Caleb. I lost because it was his first love, eh. What am I compared to the first woman he liked and loved?” I heard Dad's footsteps approaching me. "No, son. Not everyone who comes first wins. Remember, not all first love is also a person's great love. They are the first love because they are not meant to be the last love.” Dad lifted my lower back to present me to him. “All I can say is, if you really love someone, fight your love for that person. It’s better that you try than that you regret in the end that you let it go to others that you didn’t even do much more especially if it loves you too. If you feel that he also loves you, then keep chasing him.” I slept still u

Valerie found herself answering as she sniffed. “Yes, that!” He answered, “since that day I opened my eyes and you were right there, since that day we had our very first fight even when I barely knew you, since that very day, I have always loved you and I always will, believe it or not, I’ll always love you!” He finished emotionally. Every word he spoke were thawing at her heart and she could feel every single thing, she stood for a moment as tears trickled down her cheeks, she wanted him but she couldn’t have him.

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

In the middle of the day, in front of the library, hugging each other would attract the attention of everyone around. Katie was bewildered when Joe hugged her tightly. She quickly pushed Joe away, covered her face in embarrassment, and whispered to him again in a low voice, “What are you doing?” Joe replied nonchalantly: “We always hug like that. Are you shy?” Joe lied. He suddenly dared to tell a story that was not true. This was the first time Katie had met him, so it was impossible to hug him often. They were not lovers either. Katie tried to stay calm, going over and grabbing Joe's sleeve, through the crowd at the library.

(Kelly laughs) Beautiful morning bestie, hmmm, someone is in a good mood…spill! So you remember the guy I was talking to at the club, uhmm, yeah, well, he phoned this morning and said he will want to see me again, and asked if we could go out tonight and I said okay. Oh! Yeah, so don't wait up, 'cause mama is feeling lucky tonight. Yeeeeepe! You're such a nasty girl Ashley. Well, I hope you have a wonderful time with… with what? His name? Oh crap! I don't recall, well...who cares! (Ashley makes her way out of the room singing) (The next day…)