Save His First Love With My Heart? No Way! Novels & Stories

On my birthday, Connor Simpson's first love jumped off a building due to depression. She died on the spot. Connor blamed everything on me. I never celebrated my birthday again after she died. After the murderer electrocuted me for more than ten hours, they forced me to call Connor. "Connor, it's my 25th birthday today. Can you come over and spend time with me?" However, Connor did not notice anything unusual. His voice was laced with venomous iciness. "Clarisse Winter, Audrey wouldn't have died if it weren't for you. How dare you ask me to celebrate your birthday? If only you were the one who died." I heard him coaxing a woman on the other end just before he hung up on me. That low and gentle tone was what I loved to hear the most in the past. That night, the murderer cut my body into countless pieces, packed them in bags, and threw them in front of the police station. Connor was summoned back overnight. He spent two days and two nights piecing together the body parts, but he did not realize that the dead person was the wife that he hated the most.

Adam Sleeves had it ALL, but despite being this privileged, there was a void in his life. (True Love) Can that void be filled when a familiar face whom he recognised as his first love reappears in his life as his children's nanny?

When Lyra gets forced into a contract marriage with a dying aristocrat by her greedy adoptive father, she is resistant. But what she doesn't expect is that the man who she is in a contract marriage with isn't Ill or dying at all. Instead, he is a multi-faced arrogant aristocrat vampire who also happens to be her boss.

"This is all your fault, so make your existence worth for once in your life and fix this!" Her aunt screeched at her. She let tears freely flow down from her face. It was all her fault, her mistake that her family had to suffer. "Aunty please, I will do anything to fix this." She begged. "Good, then prepare yourself, you are getting married." Blair Andrews had a seemingly perfect life until one day her determination let to the downfall of their business. Now she had only one way, to get married and save their company. But it wouldn't be easy with dangerous people on her tail.

On my first day of work, I found myself face-to-face with the "Reaper", the infamously cold CEO, Silas Vance. I was paralyzed; he was the spitting image of Lucas Thorne, the treacherous ex who bankrupted me and left me for dead in my previous life. "Get out," he commanded, his voice cold. Just as I reached the door knob, a frantic, ecstatic voice erupted inside my head: [Holy crap! Is this my long-lost fiancee? She is a million times more stunning than her pictures! Is she already head-over-heels for me? Quick, I need to say something harsh to maintain my cool persona!] I freeze, the truth hitting me like a lightning bolt. He isn’t my ex. He’s the man my grandfather betrothed me to in childhood, whom I rejected in my previous life before falling prey to a swindler. Silas thought I was here to break off the engagement. Little did he know, I returned from the grave with a secret weapon: I could hear every one of his thoughts. 'Go ahead, Silas. Keep up the cold, untouchable act. With your heart screaming your secrets directly into my brain, I’m going to peel back those layers of yours one by one until you’re completely under my thumb. 'This time, the game is mine.'

“The only daughter of Alpha Jeffrey, always hiding behind a mask, huh?” Melvin smirked as he reached to pull it off. “Don’t you dare. I’m not one of your playthings,” Ariana snapped, struggling against the ropes that bound her hands. Melvin’s piercing gaze locked onto hers—the only part of her face visible beneath the mask. “Don’t play smart, girl. You’re mine now.” As the ruthless son of the strongest werewolf and leader of his pack, Melvin had never met a challenge he couldn’t break. But capturing Ariana—Alpha Jeffrey’s only daughter—during a brutal battle was only the beginning. Ariana wasn’t the kind of girl to bow to anyone. With her fierce spirit and a reputation for keeping to herself—except for her best friend, Justin, a ruthless bad boy with a thirst for blood—she was a force to be reckoned with. Now, trapped in enemy hands, she refuses to surrender. But in a world where power is everything, will she escape… or will she become the prize Melvin refuses to let go?

I never should have given him the time of day yet somehow, he found a way to earn my attention. He bothered me enough to want to strangle him but he didn't care. Wesley Adams didn't care anymore and that made everyone to take notice. He wanted to hide away but it was near impossible, due to him being the name that easily slipped from everyone's lips. Many fall from the throne but he left it. He wanted to be the forgotten and be amongst us, the unknowns. And it would have been easier, if only he simply left me alone. But ofcourse, he is Wesley Adams and is the most stubborn person, I've come to know. Hi stubbornness has made him look the other way and let his heart to take over. That's what he told me, he's claimed me as his, for his heart was mine. *********************************"** This is a story of two confused teens, trying to figure things out as they go.

I trusted her. I trusted him. Big mistake. When I caught my husband and my best friend tangled in betrayal, my world shattered. And my daughter? She chose her as her new mom. Me? Just a housewife. Just the ‘overbearing mom’ who cared too much. Done. I walked away, leaving their apologies and tears in the dust. My husband dropped to his knees, begging, “Please, come back. We can fix this.”My daughter clung to me, crying, “Mom, don’t leave me.” I laughed: “Fix it? Don’t leave? Too late. You had your chance. I don’t need either of you anymore.”

"She's not your soulmate, you son of a b*tch!" he yelled in the most terrifying way. He continued punching him in different areas. His face, his stomach. He did it until he was satisfied. The ruthless-hard-to-please billionare had lost his cool for his one and only first love.

It was a national holiday and we decided to drive back to my husband's hometown to spend the holidays. One day before we left, my husband's childhood crush came crying to him that she had not managed to buy train tickets home. My husband immediately decided to let her have my seat in the car and insisted that I take the train instead. I looked at him in disbelief. There was shock in my eyes. Even my son insisted I take the train. "Mommy, Aunt Rosie is so pretty. How could you make her take the train?" I did not argue. I booked my train ticket right in front of them. However, it was to my own hometown. I no longer wanted a biased husband and a disloyal son.