My First Time Stories Novels & Stories

Horace was the best candidate; I didn't even need to get my hands dirty. In the seventh year, Horace took me to see the maple leaves. The hills were painted red, full of wild energy and life. As we walked down the mountain, I silently took his hand. I wished that time could stand still in that moment.

I had my first kiss with him, my first sex which I still remember vividly. I still remember the day we first met. I think it was love at first sight. He made me feel so many things at once and he still makes me feel the same way. We first started as best friends. He was so caring, respectful and handsome. A perfect gentleman. Everything was going well until Ade decided to end our relationship because of a silly mistake. But now I am going to get him back. He belongs to me. ****

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

he held me tight while I was crying for the first time in years. Why? I don’t know myself. Maybe overwhelmed with everything. But his embrace promised safety and warmth, calming me down after a while. I clung to him, finding his lips one more time. This time he didn’t stop.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

More precisely, she was at the edge of the rooftop, holding my baby in her arms and gazing down at the bustling streets below. The building was 25 stories high. I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. I was forcing myself to stay upright despite the weakness in my legs and the sheer terror gripping my heart. Hearing us approach, Mallory turned and smiled at us with a softness that sent chills down my spine. The wind swept through her long, glossy hair, creating an almost surreal beauty amidst the chaos. Ashton was the first to speak, "Mal, the baby's still too young to be in this chilly weather."

He picked up his phone and typed one final blog post. *“The first time I told the truth, I was afraid no one would listen. The second time, I was afraid I’d lose everyone. But the third time… I told it for myself. And that made all the difference.”*

Alex asks, blue eyes finding mine in the rearview mirror. Funny how fast I stopped being ‘peanut’. “I'm fine,” I whisper, digging my nails into my thigh. “Something tells me this is your first time?” First time…what? Getting arrested and screamed at by my own brother? Having my name all over the tabloids? Damn right it's my first time. “I don't normally get into trouble…” “Nobody ever gets into trouble,” his eyes hold mine, “...but it always finds them. What matters is how you find your way out, isn't that right, love?”

I smiled as I reminisced the first time I met my true family "I was strolling through the woods when I had caught the strong scent of blood. Strangely enough, even though some part of the scent repelled me, most of it called to me like a moth drawn to a flame. I followed the scent and found a 12 year old wolf lying in pool of her own blood. I am used to blood due to my nature but it was the first time I was terrified to see it. I didn't know what to do and she was losing consciousness fast. I had the strangest urge to protect her, to save her. There was one way but our bloods could never truly be as compatible." Alex started