Save His First Love With My Heart? No Way! Mga Nobela at Kwento

Every bit of your effort is in vain. But on the contrary, you think it's your fault, that you didn't try hard enough. For two years, I've been convinced that Jacob loves me. It's just that he can't communicate. It wasn't until I saw "Love of My Life" that I realized how ridiculous I had been for two years. It's not that he can't love, it's just that he doesn't want to love me. I mentioned the breakup with Jacob. He opened his mouth and ultimately did not say a single word.

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."

She leaned closer, lips nearly brushing the shell of his ear. "I love you, Wyck. I've loved you since we were kids stealing kisses down by the creek. I never stopped, even when I thought I'd lost you forever." The admission tore free like a bird long caged. "You have to come back to me," she implored raggedly. "You have my whole heart, Wyck Crockett. Always." Her whispered confession echoed in the small room, punctuated only by the steady beep of the monitors. Harper laid her head down near his shoulder, still clasping his hand. Helpless tears dripped onto the stark sheets.

And, of course, she couldn’t keep quiet for long. “You really think you’ve won?” she said, her voice smug. “You know Richard only settled for you because he couldn’t find me. I’m the one he truly loves. I’m his First love. First kiss. First heartbreak. And now, I have his first child his first child.” I kept whisking. 'Just ignore her,' I told myself, maintaining my calm. “You’ll always be his second choice,” she went on. “No matter how hard you try to play perfect, you’ll never erase me. One fight… one bad day… and he’ll come right back to me. Because that’s where his heart is.”

Idiot! "I don't fall in love," I make it clear, even if it's not entirely true. Damon Salvatore* got into my little heart from the first moment I saw him. "It's a waste of time and my time is very valuable. I save human lives, I can't sigh around the corners like a rube. You have to know how to love me and believe me, the man who can even try it hasn't been born yet." "Whoa!" Now he does show his perfect teeth as he exclaims somewhat amazed, though the gesture is left with a twisted expression and a touch... sinister. "A tough girl. I like it."

For a moment we stood in silence, until she opened her mouth to speak. “I understand you are no longer King?” “No.” “So, you have left the pack?” “Yes.” “And…you aren’t getting married?” My lip curled upwards. “No.” “Has your demotion resulted in you only being able to use one word at a time?” She was teasing me, and her eyes were shining. My face broke out into a grin. “No.” “Prove it.” There was a pause, and then I looked her directly in the eye. “I love you.”

"I never agreed to that. We had a misunderstanding. Our engagement was never canceled." "I didn't need your permission." He stepped toward me. "Elara, you are the only woman I have ever loved. Rosalie is a fragile Omega. I looked after her because she needed us." I studied the man I had once longed to call my mate and felt only pity for the woman I had been. "If you loved me, why did you take the title from me seven years in a row?" "Why did you give Rosalie the only thing that could save Astra?"

I once fell in love with a young man, but the end of our love affair was sad. He died while saving my life and since then I have never fallen in love with another man again. For me, he is still my first love and my last love. That's why others who try to woo or claim my heart just hate me. That one is right. The life he sacrificed for me is enough for me.

"I found it rude of you to go through my background without my permission, but oh well, what choice did I have then? You knew everything about me, yet I knew nothing about you." "You were my savior," I whispered. I promised myself I wouldn't shed a tear today. I was only going to appreciate everything he had done for me and Sarah, but I was lying to myself. My voice cracked. "You never promised me love, but I gave you mine anyway. I know it's hard to forget one's first love, and I don't blame you for that. For me, you were my first real love, the first to really care about me. You hated seeing me get hurt."

“You’re happy she’s back, aren’t you? Nina, your first love. I can see it in your face.” “No,” I snapped before he could say anything else, my voice harsher than I intended. “I’m not happy. I don’t even know what I feel right now, but it’s definitely not happiness.” My father raised a brow, his expression unchanging. “Are you sure? They say first love never dies, Nathan.” I scoffed bitterly, shaking my head. “That’s the thing, Dad. I’ve been thinking about that, and honestly… I don’t think I ever really loved her. Not the way I thought I did.”