My First Loves Novels & Stories

I admitted, my voice tinged with remorse. "Well, it's understandable. You still have feelings for him," Malik responded, his voice filled with empathy. I wasn't entirely sure if he intended that as a question, but just the mere contemplation of everyone's emotions left me feeling utterly drained. My fingers anxiously raked through my hair as I paced back and forth, seeking solace near the window. "He was my first love, you know," I confessed, my voice laden with a mix of nostalgia and pain. "Even though he eventually tore my heart apart, there's something about your first love that lingers on, no matter how horribly it ended."

“They use men. They take what they want and they leave. I have seen it happen before. I have seen it happen to powerful men like you.” “Then what are you here?” I snarled. She looked up at me with teary eyes and said shakily, “because I love you and I have always loved you. Even when you pushed me away. Even when you ignored me. I have never stopped.” “You only love what I can give you.” “That is not true.” Her voice cracked. “It is you I love, and not your money or power. It is you I love.” “If that was true, you would respect my choices.”

The autumn night was chilly, and Ryan sat on the balcony of his bedroom, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring blankly into the void. Seven years had passed. He thought those unhappy memories had been buried with time, but now they were more vivid than ever. He remembered the first time he met Eudora. He was immediately captivated by her beauty. As they spent more time together, he was drawn to her gentle and caring nature. They were each other's first love, their excited and naive feelings, passionate and intense, like a powerful stimulant, something you never forget. If only that sweet love could have lasted forever. No misunderstandings, no seven years apart, no pain and humili

"I'll never look at you like that. You're my first true love who got away from me. I'm glad you're here with me. It feels right and it feels like I'm in highschool again." "So you never stopped loving me?" "No. I couldn't. I kept thinking about you. Dreamt about you. Kept seeing images of you around me. You have no idea how much I missed you when you were gone. I kept nagging my parents to find you." Our food and drinks arrived and we started eating and drinking and talking to each other. "Jevan, I missed you too. You were everything to me. My first everything. Mama didn't want us to be together and it was the first time I stood up to her. I thought she would have knocked the crap out of me.

She thought it is just one-night stand, why the hell did the doctor tell her that she is pregnant now?!

Then, I said, “I will let you know my decision.” “I will be waiting for you.” His voice caressed my soul so much that I had to close my eyes to relish how euphoric my heart felt. As Damon kept hitting spots inside my heated walls in a way that pushed my body to that state of ecstasy, the side of my head glued to his and I quietly whispered, “You are also my first love. The first love I never want to forget.” My breath became more ragged. “The first love I will always desire.”

He even helped me with chores around the house. Thinking of that sweet little one made my nose sting. I hadn't been a good mother. I hadn't protected him. Just as the sadness washed over me, a warm chest pressed against my back. Edward pulled me into a tight embrace. "Julie, what's wrong? Why aren't you happy?" "I'm not unhappy." I wiped the tears from the corner of my eye. "Just... a little homesick." Edward's voice went quiet. "Are you not happy with me?"

She and Rick had gone back to all the places they used to visit when they were together—the bookstore they'd frequented, the coffee shop, the park where they'd made so many memories. [Reliving the good old days. Young love—so passionate, so unforgettable.] I smiled bitterly, but my heart had already gone numb. Michelle and Rick had left deep marks on each other's youth. That wasn't something an outsider like me could just barge into. I gave the post a like, then blocked Rick on Instagram. Maybe it was the cold night air. In the middle of the night, I started burning up, my head pounding like crazy.

"I really, really miss you." The wind came up. It was gentle. It was soft. Like a hand brushing through my hair. Exactly like Mom's hand used to feel. The End

After the college entrance exam results are released, my childhood best friend, Lucille Kirk, and I celebrate with our families at a five-star hotel. Over dinner, our parents talk about how nice it would be if we applied to the same university. That way, we can continue looking out for each other, just as we have while growing up. I glance across the table at Lucille and ask politely, "Lucille, which university are you planning to apply to?" The moment the words leave my mouth, a flood of comments suddenly flashes before my eyes. "Oh, here we go again. I bet this pathetic second male lead is planning to follow the female lead to the same university." "I feel so bad for the female le