Repablikan First Love Novels & Stories

They knew I would not like them back or end up with them, they still threw themselves at me like the sluts they are. I enjoy the life I live so much, and I won't stop ladies from warming my bed, and that's because I do not believe in love. Heart breaks are real after all. After I decided to be faithful to one person, she broke me, so what else is there to love? I believe they are all the same, they are only after my money and I am after their body, it's vice versa, after being broken once, I do not have to open my eyes and see them cheat me again.

My husband's first love and I were kidnapped at the same time. As a professional negotiator, my husband rushed to the scene as soon as possible to save us. When the kidnappers agreed to release one hostage, he chose to let them keep me to protect her. I knelt on the ground, desperately begging him to save me first, but his face was expressionless. "Tammy is still a virgin. If she's raped, she won't be able to handle it. "You're different. You're already married to me. I won't hold it against you even if something happens to you."

He walked to the side of the hospital bed and dropped to one knee, kneeling at my bedside. "Pearl, I know I was wrong," he pleaded. "But please, don't divorce me. I truly can't live without you." Tears started to roll down from the corners of his eyes. I scoffed, looking at him with a mocking smile. "Hank, when you called me petty on our wedding day, you didn't feel any love for me. When you went on a honeymoon with Susie, you didn't feel any love for me. Now that we're divorcing, suddenly you feel like you love me again?" I sneered. "Your love is really cheap."

Title: Last Year, First Love CHAPTER 1 Annie’s POV If I’m being honest, high school has never been my idea of a fairytale. I’m not the girl chasing popularity or caring what anyone whispers behind my back. I’ve mastered the art of staying in my lane, avoiding drama, and focusing on one simple goal: survive senior year, graduate, and get the heck out.

It was the voice of someone stripped bare. “I’ve only ever loved him,” she confessed suddenly, tears filling her eyes. “Damon was my first love. My only love. Every smile, every word, every moment he gave me—I clung to it like it was the only thing that mattered. And maybe it was, for me. I know now that he doesn’t belong to me. He never really did. And it tears me apart, Sabrina. But I’ll let him go. I’ll try to respect him… and the woman he loves. You.”

I apologise. "You have no other option buddy If you will not come I will cancel the party and whole staff will curse you do you want it." He chuckled. "You are manipulating me now." "You didn't left any other way for me." Waving his hand he left my cabin. I never show my feelings to anyone but I know how much I was broken from the inside. I always yearns for the love of my father but I never get it. And now I am falling for a girl and she gave me the title of flirty. My main motive is my business and I am ignoring it all because all of this mess. I have to clear our it all before it's too late. First of all I have to find out why Anabiya affect me so much. Is it like that I met her before it

Logan looked forward to their next date. Logan went to school the next day, with a radiating smile on her face. She was beginning to experience the feeling of first love. Logan found the first person she ever wants to be with. The first one she ever had feeling for. She looked forward to seeing him and wanted to spend time with him. As they danced the night away, she felt a connection, special bond, with him. Charlie is her soul mate. She knew there would always be a place for Charlie in her heart. It was love on the first date.

He took a third step and continued to repeat, "I love you." Madelyn laughed and said through teary eyes, "You love me? You love me! You never loved me. I was never the one you loved. I did so much for you in my previous life. Did you know what I've done for you in my past life?" Her voice trembled.

After his initial shock faded, he let out a dry laugh, as if this situation were some kind of misplaced joke. “Casandra, just listen first,” he said while straightening his wrinkled shirt. “Vivian is my first love—you know that. But you… you’re my wife who stood by me through hardships. I just want to have some fun with Vivian. Once I’m satisfied, I’ll come back to you!” I was stunned, speechless at the twisted logic coming from the man I had respected all this time. “What do you mean, Bastian?” Bastian looked at me as if asking for understanding—a manipulative gaze I had never noticed before. He glanced at Vivian briefly, then looked back at me.

The command shimmered. For years, it would have worked. The first love. The Savior. The woman he had carried up the stairs while I bled on white marble. The beam waited. I waited too, hating that my heart still knew how to brace. Kael's answer came rough and quiet. "No." One syllable. No Alpha force. No beautiful speech. No apology dressed as redemption. Just no. Serena's face went blank. The shard in her chest flickered violently. The archive Leo inside it gave a tiny, broken laugh.