My First Loves Novels & Stories

He hugged me in his arms. "I know you don't trust me at all. I'm a lousy person who doesn't deserve your trust. But I don't want to have you this way. Sleep." "When I first met you, I was scared. Serena told me about you, a spoiled and evil man. Then you acted like you were insulting me. I hate you. Charles, you are my first love. I've never loved anyone before. You're the first person I've ever loved. I've fallen in love with your tenderness for me. But when I fell in love with you, I knew you were only watching me like a game."

The entire church was silent as they waited for my first words. I cleared my throat, “To the man standing in front of me right now, I hate you,” I started off, which made the crowd chuckle. “You might all be thinking that I’m joking, but I’m actually serious. You were my first love, my first kiss, my first everything, and even my first heartbreak. I thought that I was done with you. I hated you and vowed that I’d never fall in love with a man like you anymore. But I swallowed those words pretty quickly because even when I hated you, my love for you was still greater. You took all of my firsts, and now I wish that you’d also be my last. We will have good times together. And we’ll also inevita

Kathryn was my first love. Not the childish kind. The real one. The one that painted the world in color for the first time. She was the girl who made me feel love not as something soft and safe, but as something fierce and hungry. The first girl I ever touched. The first girl I ever made love to. I closed my eyes and let the memories come.

"How do you know if someone is your first love? My mother used to say that first love has a magic all its own. It’s a feeling that no one else could ever make you feel so completely, even if you’d been interested in others before. First love casts a spell that stays with you, making it hard to believe you could ever love anyone else quite the same way. When you truly fall for someone, you often can't pinpoint the exact moment it happens. It’s a quiet mystery. You might not remember how or why, but you know—deep down—that you care for them deeply. It’s like waking up one day and simply understanding: Oh, I am in love with that person. Have you met that person yet?

"No trouble at all. They even gave me a ruby jewelry set." "God, I'm jealous," she muttered. I shifted topics, something that had been nagging at me. "Do you think first loves are really that hard for men to forget?" Lillian was half-distracted, thumbing through work messages. "Oh definitely. Haven't you seen, like, every movie ever made about this? First love snaps her fingers, and men come running." Midway through her sentence, she finally registered what I was asking. Her head snapped up. "Wait, Aiden had a first love? No way. As far as I know, the man hasn't had so much as a female mosquito near him..."

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.

If it were not for the fact that I ran into him at the hospital that day, holding Tammy's hand while she was getting her finger bandaged after accidentally hurting it while cooking, I might never have realized that the reason for his coldness was because his first love had returned. I stood at the entrance of the busy clinic, watching in a daze as he gently cradled Tammy's hand, filled with concern. At that moment, I realized John could show tenderness and care for someone. It was not that he was incapable of it—he just never cared enough about me. I was heartbroken as I returned home. I did not even have the appetite for dinner.

“You’re happy she’s back, aren’t you? Nina, your first love. I can see it in your face.” “No,” I snapped before he could say anything else, my voice harsher than I intended. “I’m not happy. I don’t even know what I feel right now, but it’s definitely not happiness.” My father raised a brow, his expression unchanging. “Are you sure? They say first love never dies, Nathan.” I scoffed bitterly, shaking my head. “That’s the thing, Dad. I’ve been thinking about that, and honestly… I don’t think I ever really loved her. Not the way I thought I did.”

He walked to the side of the hospital bed and dropped to one knee, kneeling at my bedside. "Pearl, I know I was wrong," he pleaded. "But please, don't divorce me. I truly can't live without you." Tears started to roll down from the corners of his eyes. I scoffed, looking at him with a mocking smile. "Hank, when you called me petty on our wedding day, you didn't feel any love for me. When you went on a honeymoon with Susie, you didn't feel any love for me. Now that we're divorcing, suddenly you feel like you love me again?" I sneered. "Your love is really cheap."

But the boy who held me last night, who danced with me as if gliding across water, doesn’t have a cold bone in his body. That boy’s heart shone through his eyes, and for just a little while, it shone for me. I will never forget that. Never forget how it felt the first time I felt my heart beat out of time. But it would be even more impossible to forget the first time I fell in love.