Repablikan First Love Novels & Stories

I've been drinking milk since young, so my body is far more mature compared to my peers. When I'm 18 years old, my protective older sister, Yvonne Gibson, is worried that I might get my cherry stolen by others via trickery, so she specifically asks her best friend, Jasmine Joyner, to take care of me. But during our first meeting, Jasmine's gaze never leaves my crotch. After my graduation, I lead a double life. During daytime, Jasmine is my boss. At night, I'm her bed partner. Throughout our four-year secret relationship, I'm slowly molded into the lover Jasmine likes the most. Four years later, Jasmine's ex-fiance, Ethan Sawyer, has returned to the country. She quickly jumps out of bed

the broadcast repeated, using previously recorded footage from a residential area. The on-scene reporter intoned, “Our attempts to speak with the victim’s widow about the revelations that have surfaced have so far been unsuccessful,” as footage from the morning’s events scrolled across the screen. Mason’s jaw dropped when he glanced at the screen and saw whose shocked face had been captured briefly on camera. She’d only been visible for three, perhaps four seconds. But that was long enough. I’d know that face anywhere. After all, he’d been in love with Madeleine Kay Smithing since the fourth grade.

“Darling, why did you run off just now? You made me look for you for so long.” Madison turned stiff, and she did not move in the newcomer’s embrace. She had no good options, and she did not know if she had to push him away. She looked nervous and guiltily lowered her head. The newcomer said arrogantly, “I’m Conway Ford, the president of the Viapent Group. Were you looking for me?” I glared at the man. The more I scrutinized him, the more familiar he looked. Suddenly, it hit me. This man was Madison’s first love, Victor Ponzi. I had seen his picture in Madison’s university yearbook.

“I hope you mean that.” “It was an accident. And she provoked me first.” He hesitated. “Was it because of what happened between us?” I laughed bitterly. “Don’t flatter yourself.” I leaned back and crossed my arms. “Your wife is affected because of Rare.” Charl frowned. “Rare?” I smirked. “In case you didn’t know, He was Akisha’s first love.” The color drained from his face. “First love…” “You didn’t know?” I tilted my head mockingly. “That’s tragic.”

Reid shouted: "Libby, don't make trouble, just go, I beg you, go please." Libby knelt in front of her: "It's me who is despicable, it's me who likes him first. I know I've let you down, but ..." "Libby," she interrupted her annual drama: "You told me that Reid doesn't love me anymore, he loves you. He only likes my body, but I can't give my body to him, right?" Libby's face froze for a moment: "I didn't say that. I know you hate me, but don't slander me."

He'd gotten up too, slowly, standing a few feet away like he wasn't sure he had the right to come any closer. "Cassian proposed six months after that conversation," I went on. "And I said yes. Not because I loved him the way I'd loved you, I want to be honest about that, finally, to someone other than myself at two in the morning. I said yes because he was steady. Because he showed up when he said he would. Because after two years of silence, steady felt like the safest thing I could choose." "And has it been? Safe?" The question landed harder than I expected it to. I looked away, back toward the window, watching my own reflection ghost over the glass.

she said, clapping her hands. “You are tripping, I just had to make it look real.” “Real for Jade? I hope you're not thinking of falling into that trap of Jade again,” she suspiciously scanned me. “No, I'm not, what makes you even say that?” “The thing he said about first loves, I know you think he was your first love, but some people meet for a certain reason, you met him so that you could meet Clinton. I strongly believe Clinton is your first love.” “You know Jade wasn't all bad, you just never gave him the chance.”

They were watching something on the television with their backs against me. "Mrs. Natalia Kilmer. Is the rumors regarding your son's infidelity true?" Suddenly, a voice echoed from the large screen. Is that….a press conference? My heart raced crazily at the mention of an unpleasant name. "That's most certainly incorrect. He will not do such a hideous thing. My son, Rupert, is a loving and loyal partner. Despite that girl's disability, he loved that girl, so much that he declared his love in front of my husband and I. He was serious with her, to the point that he opposed me, his own mother, into choosing an approproate woman as his lifetime partner."

“I know I was wrong. I know my presence caused chaos. But I want you to understand… I never intended to destroy you. I just… love Argan.” Devia laughed bitterly, a laugh that dripped venom. “Love? You call that love? You stole someone’s husband, spread lies, turned people against me. That’s not love, Reva. That’s obsession.” Revania fell silent, her face dipping toward the table. Tears were feigned to roll down her cheeks, as if wounded in spirit. “I can’t control my feelings,” her voice trembled. “And… now I have a child from him. I just want this child to be born into love, not hatred.”

By now, Alex should know that I was his and no one else's. “I can't do anything more for you,” I murmured hurt “I think only you can get out of your mistake; I feel that no matter how much I show my love for you, the devotion I feel for you and tell you over and over that I love you, you will never be completely sure of my feelings.” "I'm your first lover, Abigail,” he said somber, "I'm the only man you've been with, you can't wait for me not to feel like this...”