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

I dont want to hear any thing again as simple as that. Prince has already won my heart I fell for him the first day I meet him at the train station. Justine just jump unto my arms and said my Prince don’t let any one break our relationship. My Prince I love you if you break my heart I will kill myself. That is the package i have planned for you.

Even though she couldn't see it herself, Kay knew how much she treasured him and Kate in her own way. Kay unhesitatingly touched and covered her eyelids with his palm. He wanted to convey all his feelings during all this time. He knew a kiss would not be able to pour out all his heart. But Kay hoped Thea could feel his sincerity. This was the first time he kissed her. He purposely closed Thea's eyes to avoid her inexplicable gaze and weaken his decision to cross the line he had already made. "...I love you, Thea." No. You can't.

"...what?" "You're my first love."

What kind of first love would be willing to live peacefully with a sugar baby? So I quickly tried to patch things up. [You know I don’t count as a girlfriend, right?] This time, she replied instantly with a question mark. I was confused. Did she want me to explain in detail what I’d been doing with David all these years? So I avoided the important parts and cut out anything that couldn’t be said out loud. [With him, I just eat and sleep all day.] She started typing again. After a long while, she coldly replied, [What does that have to do with me?]

“Chloe, the doctor said Hendrick isn’t going to make it. He’s been calling your name. Please, go in and talk to him.” When I walked into the room, it was like Hendrick sensed my presence. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I stood over him, our roles reversed, everything completely different from before. Hendrick tried to speak, his voice barely a whisper. I had to lean in close to hear him. “Chloe, did you ever love me?” I looked at him and replied, slowly and clearly, “You don’t deserve his heart.” After the bidding meeting, I received a flood of offers from different companies, but I turned them all down.

The bedroom door opened. Moonlight stretched across the room, pale and quiet. He set her down on the bed. For a moment, neither spoke. “This isn’t love,” he said. “I know,” she whispered. “This is survival.” He leaned down. And when his lips met hers The lie didn’t hold. It was everything they had buried, breaking through at once. Her hands found him without thinking, gripping his shoulders. He stilled for half a breath. Then he kissed her back. Harder.

"You can't sing so I don't see why you're so bothered about him." "I never said I couldn't–" "Save it, Miguel, my prince charming is going to sing that song to me and then I'll promise him my undying love forever." His face turns serious "And if he can't sing?" "I'll take his rendition in whichever way he can deliver it." "Noted. Just remember to promise him your undying love after." He remembered. There goes my heart shaking And you are the reason My heart keep bleeding I need you now If I could turn back the clock

After the college entrance exam results are released, my childhood best friend, Lucille Kirk, and I celebrate with our families at a five-star hotel. Over dinner, our parents talk about how nice it would be if we applied to the same university. That way, we can continue looking out for each other, just as we have while growing up. I glance across the table at Lucille and ask politely, "Lucille, which university are you planning to apply to?" The moment the words leave my mouth, a flood of comments suddenly flashes before my eyes. "Oh, here we go again. I bet this pathetic second male lead is planning to follow the female lead to the same university." "I feel so bad for the female le

And meeting him again, touching him again, had ignited it into an inferno. I laughed harder, the sound more unhinged now, because the truth was too much. The flame that had been my first love had survived every storm, every shard of heartbreak, every drop of bitterness I had thrown at it. It was still there, unwavering, indestructible. My tears dripped onto my lap as I whispered to myself: If he held me again, if he kissed me again, I wouldn't resist. I would surrender without protest, even knowing his heart belonged to someone else.

" 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 , 𝑰𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 "