My First Love Novels & Stories

He didn't finish his food again. ~°~°~°~°~ I'm on the terrace, staring blankly into the sky while thinking of Missy. To tell you the truth, Missy was my first love. I liked her the first time I saw her and the longer it went on the more I liked her. She's simple but gorgeous, fearless, and she's always being herself. She doesn't care what others would say to her. Who wouldn't fall for her?

Anyways, someone once told me your first love is someone you never expected or ever thought of falling for—a little spark between you that draws you two together. Phoebe: Woo! That is so smooth. They both laughed. Eric: You? Phoebe: First loves are just tales of the first people who made us feel the sound of our heartbeat. The first to let us know how beautiful love is, the first to let us know what a heartbreak is, the first to let us grow out of our shells. We come to realize they may or may not be our soulmates or future wives or husbands, but a start of love that can never be forgotten for years to come.

I looked at her with astonishment, and she raised her head to me, saying with a hesitant smile, "Yes, I fell in love with you; you are my first love. My eyes have not seen anyone else but you. Do not be surprised by my words. I have loved you since I was a child who did not understand the meaning of love, and this love continued until I became a mature girl. I often prayed to the goddess of the moon to be my mate, but my prayers were not answered, and your mate appeared. All last night, I prayed that the gods would remove this love from my heart.

I know that he loves me, because he has truly imbraced the idea of the amore, but that does not mean that he likes me as a person. I find him in our room, he is lounging on the bed, wearing only sweetpants, he is reading a book with that sly crooked little smile I love on him face. I lean on the door frame, just enjoying the view of him lounging there looking all sexy. My body starts to react in ways I don't really understand. My heart is beating very fast, my stomach clenches... like there is an invisible hook that caught my stomach, through my vagina, and is pulling me towards Ansel. I want to follow my vagina over to him, like it is the leader and I am the follower, but I am so nervous. T

What do you think about your first love? For me, the feeling of falling in love for the first time is so innocently sweet and daringly uncontrollable. You can’t pick who would be your first love and sometimes, he could be someone completely random. The boy who held your hand during your first sports day in primary school. The boy who just moved in next door. Your handsome homeroom teacher. Your older sibling’s best friend…or in my case, my stepfather.

Cassandra looked away to hide her emotions, she knows Theresa is absolutely right, she still loves Kade so much. “Kade can’t be that guy for you anymore,” Theresa continued. “And you know that.” Cassandra exhaled deeply. No matter how many times she heard it, it didn’t make it easier. Kade was her first love. The first love that carved itself into her chest and refused to leave no matter how much time passed. First loves aren't nice. They were cruel like that. “I know,” Cassandra murmured. “But knowing doesn’t make it stop.” Theresa reached for her hand and squeezed it. “I know it’s hard. I really do. But please… let him go. Even if you have to force yourself.”

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

That was way too weird. I had to make Miles go back and come see me in human form. There was no way I was going to give in first, so I decided to provoke him. I poked the black snake awake and started sweet-talking. "Hey, Blackie, I think I've been feeling kind of lonely lately." The black snake looked confused. "I think I wanna fall in love again," I went on. "The soft, romantic kind. Holding hands in the rain, kissing under the stars, then getting married and having a little girl I can dress up…"

My makeup looked fine, but my eyes showed the turmoil I was feeling. How did things end up like this? How did I change from being his spouse, his wife, to this? "Get yourself together, Ecca," I said quietly, but my voice broke. Tears flowed down my cheeks and my chest heaved as I tried to push the sob back. Five years ago, I thought I had made the best decision. I left behind money, a cozy home, and what I thought was love. When my family lost all our money, I had to put aside my ego and take on this job. I thought working for Markos would only be for a little while, but I ended up staying longer.

Jesse groaned and collected the novel from her in a swift move "Oh come on Jesse" "I don't get why you love this vampire plus hunter love story" Jesse frowned "I love it because it felt real" "Bells, I know how much your family despises the vampires and it's already in your book to wipe out all the existence of the vampires" Jesse snapped "Why are you getting all worked up all of a sudden" "Am I ?" Jesse flashed her a smile "Never mind" "Now give that novel back to me" She added and they both started fighting for the novel