Primeiro Amor Novels & Stories

Lyric’s P.O.V: “I love you.” “No.” She shook her head vigorously. “You don’t mean that.” “I love you.” I repeated, taking her hand in mine. “I love you.” “No, you don’t. You can’t.” She took her hands out of mine and stepped back. “Why?” I asked her calmly, while my insides turned into stone. I never knew it was so difficult loving someone until I had finally fallen hard and fast. This pain hurt worse than any hit I had ever taken in the ring.

My tears finally broke through. A month ago, her cousin Stephen had returned to the capital after his wife's death. Because his old heart condition had flared up, he needed compatible heart's blood for his medicine. Using her authority as a princess, she tested every blood source in the city. In the end, only I matched with Stephen. We had been married for five years. At first, she only agreed to marry me because of my father's dying wish. But later, we had grown close and loving. She would care for me day and night when I had a cold. I personally saw to her meals and clothing, never letting anyone else do it.

I stepped forward, knelt down, and looked him in the eyes. "Edward, would you be willing to form a bond with me? I want to be your mate." At my words, Edward's face lit up with overwhelming emotion. "I—I do! I'm willing!" He answered without a second's pause. Hearing his answer, I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him.

*** GABRIEL *** I did it again. It was late in the night or early morning rather when I finally rolled away from her. Why is it that at the moment, in the heat of passion, the mind forgets everything, but the emotion and feelings as the body take over? But once that passion has been burnt to a cinder, reality comes rushing back, and your mistakes become superimposed on the brain?

It was a soft kiss filled with passion and love. He slowly pulled away and rests his head on my forehead. "I love you", he whispered. I looked into his eyes trying to know if he was telling the truth. "I have to go", I pushed him away. He looked at me confused while I packed my things quickly into my bag. I made my way to the door but before I could open it he held me back. "Why are you doing this? Why can't you love me back? Why can't you open your heart again for me? Please Bella, please!" He begged

The air was cool and crisp carrying the scent of wet earth and renewal. As the rain drummed on, everything looks perfect,as my beautiful wife(Ophelia)was lying beside me. She lay beside me her breathing was slow, peaceful and her chest raising up and falling beneath the thick sheet that clung delicately to her curves. The way her body curled towards me as I stretched out my hand to cuddle her. She stirred slightly in her sleep and her back pressing gently on my chest,that tiny movement natural and unconscious sparked something in me.I moved my hands draping it around her waist and slowly deliberately,my hands began to move,tracing the curves of her hip beneath the sheet.

FIORA I've never liked weddings–or more specifically,small weddings I mean what the essence of a wedding if it isn't loud and proud but this is different This is my wedding “You look so gorgeous mamita”my grandmother says has she watches my sister fix my veil on my head I stare at my Carolina Herrera dress in the mirror in front of me, it's simple yet elegant.The silk is soft against my skin.It has a gentle sweetheart neckline and thin straps rest on my shoulders, adding just a touch of delicacy.

Except he didn't try—he already did it. He gives a sharp sigh. “That's a relief. If you're going to have sex, it should be anyone except for Jeremias. Your first time matters.” I bite my upper lip, still staring at Caleb's hand on my legs. I can't hide anything from Caleb. I have never hidden anything from him since ages, and I find it extremely hard to start now. His fingers are still tracing my skin softly, a gesture I'm supposed to live, but it only makes my heart hammer harder against my ribs.

Gwendolyn Stone Today, was just so annoying and embarrassing, I wouldn't let him kiss me without my permission anymore, now I just confirmed what people say to be true, he his a flirt, the idiot stole my first kiss, how dare him, I couldn't even do a , he must have been so pleased with himself. After thinking for hours, I fell asleep, I'm sure Damon's Parents were still downstairs but I cared less. Gerald Damon