Love At First Read Novels & Stories

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

He had memorized the story of their love life. He began to read, his voice a low rumble, a comforting presence in the quiet room. He read of their first meeting, a chance encounter at a bustling cafe, their initial awkwardness, their growing attraction. He read of the pain and the grief, of the challenges they had faced and overcome. He read of the birth of their sons, of their laughter and their tears, of the joys and sorrows that had shaped their lives. As he read carefully with empty pages of the book that he had been reading for her for years, Florence’s hand tightened around his, her breathing slowing, a peaceful expression settling on her face.

''I bet you don't even know that I'm Adams first love. "What?" Alicia muttered, the whole information was just too much for her, she wanted to yell at Evie and tell her that she's lying but she couldn't do it because deep down she could tell that Evie was telling the truth, that she wasn't lying about this. "Yes my dear Alicia." Evie chuckled. "I'm Adams first love, one he was head over heels in love with, the one he was crazy about for years." She smiled. "And you know there's a saying that you can't ever get over your first love, one might meet other people and love them too but a first love will always remain a first love."

Of course, I still believed in Romeo and Juliet love, I believe in unconditional love, just the way I loved Christiana Salazar. “Okay fine.” She said after thinking for a while, “When I first met you, I didn’t love you. Not at all. I loved what you represented. Stability. Power. A life that people would kill to have.” Her lips curled into something like a smirk. “And I won’t lie…I still love that more than anything. But somewhere along the way, after the parties, after the headlines, after the nights when you actually looked at me like I was enough, especially when you thought I was your fucking first love. Cee? HAHA” she looked around, like she was looking for who was going to be her laugh

Then, I waited for Miles. The chat exploded with encouragement. [It's so sweet when two people really love each other and are working to stay together.] [I'm so sick of fake romance. This is the real thing!] [They're both gorgeous. We haven't seen Miles's real face in forever, but just looking at the stunning Olivia makes my heart melt.] The messages kept pouring in. Then, there was a knock at the door. I stood elegantly and opened it. Damn it. False alarm. It was my three cousins.

I’d taught myself how to listen for the click of weakness and there they were. A bundle of letters. Tied in ribbon. The ends fraying like they’d been unwrapped and retied a thousand times. I hesitated, just for a breath. Not because it was wrong. That word had never meant anything to me. No—because I already knew that once I opened them, something in me wouldn’t go back. The first letter was addressed to Ronan. I think I loved him before I understood how love could rot... I read it twice. Maybe three times. Her handwriting was tight and slanted, like she didn’t want to admit anything—not even on paper. But it was all there. The longing. The pain. The hunger for something she never said out l

I said, trying to hide the pain in my chest. Orrian would always be my first love, that first kiss… That first taste of forbidden pleasure… but we were never meant to be... Our love story was magical and more of a short-lived dream than something that could ever be real… He didn’t reply, cupping my face and pressing his lips to mine. Pleasure rushed through me, his lips as warm as his eyes were cold, as they caressed mine like they were something so precious. I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers playing with his long hair.

"I love you." THE END

Or find his family. A poem from an ancient book she’d read in the confines of her childhood home suddenly crossed her mind. Her favorite line had been: “When love exists on a soul level it transcends Time and space… it is eternal. “Hakeem,” Rosalie called out weakly. Hakeem didn’t say anything, he just stared at her, holding onto her hand tightly, while his other hand lay on her stomach tenderly, and tears rolled down his face. “Let's meet again…” She paused breathing heavily. “On the day of the first snow_” Her voice threatened to fail her.

At first, I only saw him as a friend, but slowly the innocent feeling became infatuation and before I knew it, love sprang up. Though, Joseph's love could never match up to Michael Hosea’ but it's enough. Why? Cuz I realized that love like Micheal Hosea’ can only be found at the feet of the almighty. Today being the tenth day of my marriage to Joseph, I opened another book by Franchine Rivers. It has been on my shelf for more than a month now, but I never got drawn to it until now. The first line of the first chapter prepared me for what I was about reading, “ It was late January when the unthinkable happened. ”