Love At First Night Novel Novels & Stories

He said. “I-It’s a good thing I didn’t go to work. I can’t seem to face him now, sis.” She said. “Hold my hands.” He said willingly holding his friend’s hands. “I’m shaking and feeling nervous. My chest trembled with what you told me. It’s like I don’t really know what to do when we meet, sis.” He said. “I know sister. He was your first love and I do believe that first love never dies. Even if you both have your own lives, I know you won’t forget him. Or both of you will never forget each other.” He said

Jester was staring at the edge of the table deeply, sitting in his chair, alone meditating in his office. He couldn't forget the fantastic romance he had with Jenny, the woman he had just met at the bar. He couldn't believe that with that kind of woman, he was the first to move its femininity. But, he also can't deny that he was gradually falling into the trap of love. In fact, it was called "Love at first night." Because of his deep imagination, he could hardly hear the knocking from outside. So, his mother went straight into his office with the files she carried, which would require the man's signature.

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.

"Jamie' her mouth lifted from his gazing into his eyes, they were alone in the dark room. Her flashy eyes and lush mouth gave her away, he kissed her again slowly. A silent despairing groan locked in Jamie's throat, she grind him harder making Daylan groan in pleasure. He should stop it now, but he couldn't. Jamie was his first love, the first girl that made he experience what love is like and the pain when cheated on. He knew he would regret it tomorrow morning, but now he cannot resist her. His finger splayed the flesh of her boobs as her body tingle waiting for his caress.

“No, not yet, 'cause you need to tell me now what you didn't tell me then. You said that you weren't with me just because of that one night. You said that that night wasn't the first thing that you thought of when you thought of me.” “Uh-huh.” “But you never told me what that first thing was.” “I guess I didn't.” “You gonna tell me now?” “You wanna know now?” “Very much.” “OK. The first thing that I thought about, when I thought about you then, was the morning after we first made love.” “Oh.” She felt oddly disappointed in that answer, for some reason. “You mean when we made love again?”

I'd followed her without hesitation for years, even when it left me bruised and broken. And now, someone was telling me that I could be that sun for them. My heart pounded, my breathing quickened. When we reached her building, she looked at me with hopeful eyes. I averted my gaze, unable to meet them, and muttered, "See you tomorrow." I started to turn away—but she grabbed my collar, rose on her tiptoes, and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "See you tomorrow." I knew right then—I was falling. Neither of us brought up that night again.

Then she nodded, just once. "Tonight," she whispered. "Just tonight. Let us see what this feels like." I pulled her into my arms and kissed her again, deeper this time, pouring every ounce of love and longing I had carried for years into that kiss. For the first time, I was not just my mother's son. I was the man who was falling hopelessly, beautifully, terrifyingly in love with her best friend.

Miles leaned in, his breath brushing my ear. "It's day number eight." Clever boy. He had been counting the days behind my back. Kisses fell like rain. We went from tentative to completely losing ourselves in each other. By the time morning came, I had to hold my aching waist and admit one thing: Snake-men were absurdly strong. It was borderline illegal. The chat finally came back after disappearing all night. [All night. They were gone ALL NIGHT. What were they doing?!] [This girl is living her best life.]

and I didn’t regret it. I hailed a cab and sank into the back seat, letting the city blur pass the window. But at a red light, my thoughts wandered—back to him. His hands, his voice, the way he made me feel like the only girl in the world. My lips curved into a smile. Just what I needed, a night of raw, unfiltered passion. No names. No strings. Just desire. As the taxi rolled forward, I leaned back, still feeling the heat of his touch lingering on my skin.

"The Moon Goddess doesn't know what she's doing. She gave me the North... but I’d trade the throne just to stay in this garden with you. You're the only thing that's real." He had kissed me then. It wasn't the kiss of a mate; it was the kiss of a survivor finding the shore. In that moment, I hadn't been an Omega or a liability. I had been a woman who was loved. That memory was the foundation of every reason I had ever had to fight. It was the only part of my soul that still knew how to feel the sun. [ASSET IDENTIFIED: THE FIRST PROMISE] [LIQUIDATION: INITIATING]