My First Time Stories Novels & Stories

The young Dreamer looked embarrassed. “Nothing.” The boy glanced at the little stars in the sand. “They don't look like nothing.” The Dreamer hesitated. Then he whispered: “I think they're stories.” The boy smiled wider. “Then tell me one.” The memory ended. Ama gasped. The quiet voice beyond the door spoke again. He always wanted someone to listen. The First Dreamer finally answered. And you always wanted one more story. A strange warmth passed between the two voices. Not anger.

I wonder who got it, and if they got it for me, or if it was just the only cheese that small town had. "Well, let me think for a few minute's, I am not sure what story I want to tell you first... Oh I know, the first time I was attacked by rogue's. I know for most that would not be a good story, but for me it was.... Let me start from the beggining... I was nine years old, my and my mother left the pack territory, we had a few warriors with us, I don't remember how many, but I remember seeing them around while we were walking. We had gone into the city because my mother was finalizing some deal for the pack, I think she was signing the papers for one of the apartment buildings we bought arou

I've experienced mental blocks and severe headaches several times while going on with the story, but it was all worth it knowing that finally, One In A Million reached its ending. This is my first ever Science Fiction story, and the second novel I finished this year, 2021. I know you see plot holes in it, the grammatical, and typographical errors, and I promise to strive harder to get rid of those and be better in the future. I know I still have to learn a lot and I am more than willing to learn.

But you can start with the first volume if you want to but all the volumes are sts5nd alones meaning you can start with any volume. So, One year ago on the 24th of June we were so deep in the Lockdown and I made one of the toughest decisions at that time since I'd been scared of getting my stories stolen and I published one of my works on I****t and began writing online. Today is my first Writer's Anniversary, not here on W*****d but generally. Can all readers and Followers celebrate with me.🤩🤩🤩✍️✍️✍️😍. This journey has been amazing. Yes, there were sleepless nights , times where I felt like I should give up and all that but with all the support I got from my readers, family the editoria

Greetings everyone! Thank you for clicking on this story and I hope you enjoy Mateo's and Callie's journey. This is my first story that I have ever written, so I apologize if there were mistakes or if it was too cringe. I tried as much as I could to edit this story. *A little bit about me:

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

I watch from the small window in the door before entering, it’s true what they say about your firsts, you always remember them. I remember the first time I hunted with my father, the first time I rode a horse, the first time switching on the light, using the telephone and the first time touching a woman…. It also means I remember the first time I tortured a man, the first time I killed, the first battle, the first loss.

Like I was part of something bigger than myself. "You sure?" Axel asked. "I'm sure." "The compound isn't exactly I*******m-worthy." I looked around the simple office. Concrete walls, basic furniture, the smell of leather and motor oil drifting in from the garage. "Maybe that's what I need." --- That evening, I posted my first story. A video of me sitting in what looked like a coffee shop, talking about childhood fears and small-town legends. I mentioned growing up where people believed in monsters. How that shaped your worldview.

I'm so glad you all enjoyed this story! 💖 As an adventurous writer, I'm excited to try something new—and I’d love your input! ✨ I have two stories in the works, but I can only write one at a time: Vampire Book A WEREWOLF BOOK These stories don’t follow the usual popular tropes, but I truly believe you’ll enjoy them just as much (if not more!). Please let me know which one you'd love to read first. Your feedback means everything to me! 🖋️📚💬

Dearest reader, When I first started writing this story, I had no idea what I was stepping into. Dante and Alera’s world began as a whisper in my head. Thier love was a messy, aching kind that demanded to be told and somehow, it became my very first published book on GoodNovel. This journey has been everything but easy. It’s been a learning and humbling curve. I’ve stumbled, grown, rewritten, cried, and smiled through every chapter. But most importantly, I’ve learned that stories have a way of healing not just the characters but the person writing them too.