Repablikan First Love Novels & Stories

Kian scanned them and immediately spotted what he was looking for. He pulled the book out from the shelf. My First Love that Blooms in Spring. Kian shook his head as he read the title on the cover. "I already found him. Oliver Sung." A voice echoed in the bookshop. "Proceed with our plan." Kian replied. Pil stood beside him, holding a book. "Yes, boss." Kian faced him, showing a troubled look on his face. "Mina saw me meet you at Gangsil." Pil didn't look surprised and worried. "You're the greatest GK member. Don't tell me you're--"

But fate played a cruel trick, bringing his first love back on the same day. I looked at my reflection in the mirror—red-rimmed eyes and a pale complexion stared back at me. Well, Mallory was wrong about one thing. Though my marriage to Ashton had started as a business arrangement, over the course of these five years, I had grown to care for him. For the first two years of our marriage, we treated each other with politeness, maintaining a distance. Nothing intimate happened between us. I knew his heart still belonged to Mallory back then.

“Well, I think you do, Cayden. And you need to accept what you feel.” What was he talking about? I wasn’t hiding anything from myself. Was I? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Do you love her?” “No, I don’t!” I defended promptly. “I was talking about your loving wife, Luna Ivanka.” There was a tone with the ‘loving wife’. “Of course I love Ivanka.” I defended accurately this time. “She’s my First Love.” I know that part sounded stupid, but it was true. “And that’s your reason?”

Now he could not help and let the tears fall down his cheeks. His heart clenched, reminiscing her words and he cried his heart out. He truly loved someone for the first time and he got pain in return. He was feeling betrayed. "Why did you do this to me?" He whispered in his crack voice. What was his fault? __________________________________________________________

I sighed and shook my head in response. “Wanna talk about it? Instead of chugging down alcohol?” I smiled and looked up at the cute bartender friend. “I saw someone I vowed never to have anything to do with again.” He nodded with understanding. “My abuela usually tells me that it’s a small world you know.” Ken was afro-latina. He has the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen on a guy and a face that one could mistake for a woman. Ken was a pretty boy. “Ex boyfriend ?”

said Riki. Clark smirked. “It’s weird. Gaby is not my first love, but it felt like the first time.” Clark put his hand to the chest opposite the heart. “So Bianca, is your first love?” Matt asked. “First love is what we speak of here, not first girlfriend.” “First, I love her because I wouldn’t be her boyfriend if I didn’t love her,” said Clark. “Gaby? What about her? Second love?” Matt chuckled. “Haist! I want to say my second serious girlfriend, but Gaby’s is just on a different level,” said Clark.

Kim pointed out and Rihanna smirked biting her lower lip in the process. "What? I actually don't get your point, Miss Kimberly Lee" Rihanna also stated with a grouch. "It's Mrs Kimberly Swarts. I guess you perhaps heard wrong but no worries, leave that aside" Kim says and moved closer to her. "You need to get one thing straight. My husband is married and not your lover whom you fantasised upon". Rihanna chuckled dryly. "I'm not just his lover, I'm his first love and true love. Have you forgotten the saying that first love never dies!" Rihanna asked with a smirk and then it hit Kim hard. She felt a pain her heart. She was actually right.

"The day you chose to pick that city girl over me we ended Damon!!" "But you love me " he said and stood up , Dwayne slowly moved aside as he watched with the most confused expression ever . Damon slowly raised his hands to my hair. "But you love me " he repeated and I slapped his hands away from my hair immediately. "Loved!, There's a difference " "I'm sure you know what they say , first love never really do go away" he said . "I'm married to Dwayne now and he's the one I love!" I said.

Of course, I still believed in Romeo and Juliet love, I believe in unconditional love, just the way I loved Christiana Salazar. “Okay fine.” She said after thinking for a while, “When I first met you, I didn’t love you. Not at all. I loved what you represented. Stability. Power. A life that people would kill to have.” Her lips curled into something like a smirk. “And I won’t lie…I still love that more than anything. But somewhere along the way, after the parties, after the headlines, after the nights when you actually looked at me like I was enough, especially when you thought I was your fucking first love. Cee? HAHA” she looked around, like she was looking for who was going to be her laugh

Another wretched sob escapes Leila and she sniffs, reaching inside the closet, her fingers clamping around the fabric of a shiny red dress but she finds it hard to take it out, she stares at it, tears freely flowing down her eyes, her heart pounding wild, barraged with a rush of different emotions. This dress—Tatum’s gift to her on her birthday last year, the dress she was wearing when he first made love to her, when he made her a woman, a night that ignited the last of her deep seated feelings for him, the night she started to believe, that maybe, just maybe they could have a life together. For the first year of their marriage, they were basically just friends, sleeping in different rooms,