Selamat Tinggal Cinta Pertama Novels & Stories

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.

She thought it is just one-night stand, why the hell did the doctor tell her that she is pregnant now?!

"What you and Dr. Whitmore did out there… was incredible. I ruined everything. I never deserved you. "I know you're never going to forgive me, and I'm not trying to throw a pity party," Damian said, his words jumbled as he stumbled through his thoughts. "But I need you to know… I missed you every single day of those four years. "Back on that train, you weren't the only one who fell in love at first sight." I already knew he and Camille were over. The moment the live stream ended, viewers dug up their identities and dragged them all over the Internet. They trended for three days straight, subjected to endless criticism.

Last night, my medical report came back, confirming I was five weeks pregnant. I texted my husband immediately to share the life-changing news, but Laurent Maddox never replied, let alone came home. The next day, I saw photos of him on someone else's social media feed. He was sitting front and center beside another woman, wearing a rare, gentle smile. I recognized the woman as Serena Gallagher. She was Laurent's first love and a permanent fixture in his heart. The irony was endless. I had chased Laurent for four agonizing years, only succeeding in marrying him when Serena left to pursue her ballet dreams in Paris.

"Are you okay, honey?" At the sound of that word—honey—something surged inside me. I grabbed her hand, and the words came tumbling out. "Let's get married." She froze. Then her eyes curved into happy crescents. "Okay."

Maddie relayed to Kathy the part about falling in the water and taking her wet clothes to dry them in front of the fireplace in Mason’s cabin. “And when he brought my clothes back, this was in the sack, at the bottom,” she finished. Kathy grinned. “What a great ‘meet-cute’!” “Meet-what?” “A ‘meet-cute’,” Kathy repeated. “It’s a phrase that screenwriters use to refer to the scene in a movie where the guy and gal first meet.” “Oh,” Maddie said, turning a little pink. She sipped her coffee as Kathy glanced over the business card and note.

However, I took a step back, determined to reject Penelope's request. "You should save Arthur first, Penelope." I didn't want to shoulder the blame for someone else's death in this life. Penelope seemed to breathe a sigh of relief upon hearing my words, the deep furrow between her brows smoothing out. She swiftly grabbed Arthur Johnson's hand and dragged him onto the lifeboat. "I chose to save you first because you're my fiancé, Charlie," she explained. "But since you want to save Arthur first, you'll just have to wait here. I'll bring help to save you. Wait here for me."

She argues without looking at me. “Oh, really? Look me in the eyes and tell me he isn't special, Pearl, look me in the face and tell me that,” She doesn't take her eyes off her fidgeting hands. “It's just what I thought, I was alone in this relationship all long,” “Fabian, it's complicated,” She finally looks at me. “So we're on a first name basis now? You have a new guy and I'm Fabian?...” “It was a…” “You don't have to worry about me anymore, today will be our last day together. I'll let you live your life, you know, do your thing, be with someone who's love isn't complicated, just be ready to sign the Divorce papers tomorrow.”

“But you can call me Vlad. Welcome to hell, sweetheart—the beasts’ lair.” “Their lair?” My voice shook with disbelief. “Yes, their home,” he answered, his tone flat and emotionless. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. This was bad. Very, very bad. “Why are we still alive? We shouldn’t be alive,” I said, my voice breaking. Being kept in these cages like this—it was worse than death. It was a fate that promised suffering far beyond what I could imagine. I gripped the cage’s metal bars and rattled them, the chains clinking loudly in the darkness. There *had* to be a way out of this. I wasn’t dead yet, which meant I had a chance. I had to try.

Amber’s POV “Here,” I placed the handmade bracelet in his palms and looked up to him with a grin. “Yours has my name on it, while mine-“ I showed him my wrist. “Mine has yours.” His smile was enough to light up the world and his electric blue eyes sparkled. “I love it,” he snaked his hands around my waist and pulled me closer. He bent his head to gently touch my forehead and whispered, “I love you Amber Dally, and I’m never letting you go.”