Vuelve A Tu Primer Amor Novels & Stories

GERALD DAMON After I sent my manager out of my office, my mind drifted to conversation I had with my parents the previous day, they wanted me to marry Gwendolyn which got me worried and made me happy at the same time because I felt I would get what I want, I just needed to have a taste of her and I would later file for divorce, my Dad had said it was a compulsory marriage to build the reputation of both families, and to have a family partnership, I couldn't say no to my Mum, I had to agree to the marriage, but after the damned marriage, I'm still gonna be screwing bitches real good, I'm not ready to be dedicated to any stupid marriage, I can't let my heart get broken again, I'm gonna be havi

She was still too preoccupied with the battle in her mind. “oh, thanks.” She took them from him. “Jake, why are you really here? In my office?” she asked him frankly. “I wanted to see you. To talk to you. I know you don’t remember me but I haven’t forgotten. Who we were together and how much we loved each other.” “I’m sorry Jake. Maybe we had something. But you have to realize that I am no more that person.” “I know Elena. I know you don’t remember but you are still the same you. Deep down, you are still there and I know it. I want you to fall in love with me again. Just like the first time.”

her voice filled up my mind. “No, Jas, don't you ever do this to you!” I screamed aloud, seeing her shadow around, whispering to me. “Earnest, we are over.” It hurt me so badly I didn’t say a word to her; I just stood there watching her go. “No, I can't lose you, Jas,” I screamed aloud, shattered on the floor. What can I do to bring back those memories? My gaze cast at the ceiling, and the first time she started working for me as my personal maid flooded back to my memory. She was indeed a maid who was fearless and too annoying to me at first. How did I develop such love that I don't know how I love her this much? I don't have an answer.

Seraphina’s POV After bleeding for six hours in the emergency room because of the abortion my husband forced me to have, the first thing I saw when I woke up was his engagement announcement. The woman in Silas Wolfe’s arms was Evelyn Hart, his first love. The woman who abandoned him ten years ago and suddenly returned six months ago. My fingers tightened around the thin hospital blanket instantly as another sharp pain spread through my lower abdomen. On the television hanging across the hospital room, reporters surrounded Silas and Evelyn excitedly while cameras flashed endlessly around them.

The only catch is that he is engaged to a new girl, but his feelings stay the same. Back to Love is a thrilling romance story about a cheated girl falling back in love with her first love and a love-stricken boy trying to make love work again for him. THANK YOU FOR READING THANK YOU BYE ZERA.

that is the best thing that could have happened. I’ll start over with her. Slow. Step by step. I’ll make her laugh. Make her feel safe. Make her come back to me before she even remembers me. And when her memory returns, I’ll tell her everything. No more lies. No more hiding. She’ll be my first. My life. My fate. And no one will stand in our way. From today, I’m close to her again. I showed myself to her. After all this time apart, she’s coming back to me.

My husband Marcus Ashford has severe social anxiety. In three years of marriage, he refused to meet a single one of my friends or family. Even our wedding was just the two of us, because he said a crowd would trigger a panic attack. Because it hurt me to see him like that, I put up with my parents' disappointment and my friends' confusion, made every excuse for him, and guarded his fragile little world with both hands. That changed tonight, when I stumbled onto the social media page of his first love, newly returned from overseas. In the photos, Marcus moved through the room with Chloe, working the toasts with total ease, laughing wide and unguarded. I opened the next live photo, and a snatc

"You said you're moving right, that's not a problem. Ah-ah, let me finish what I'm saying. I know that right now, you're indefinitely upset and angry and you feel like they're making a huge mistake taking us away from each other but it might not be so. I know I know I'm going to miss you a whole lot but it's a good thing. See, you'll make new friends when you go to your new school and everyone is going to love you because you are tea. You're a very amazing girl and everyone is going to love you, everyone is going to want to be your friend but we will still be bestest friends. You're going to have your parents with you and I know you hate them right now but you'll find yourself loving them al

I know I messed it up, I know I know but oh how I wish I could pay someone to make a time machine to efface all of the awful things I did to her. Our last night together in St Tropez. That day was meant to be more than it ended up being but it got ruined. That night, little did she know, I had plans to give her a promise ring. It's because I knew that she was my today, my tomorrow and forever. It's because I knew life without her was simply not even worth it. I knew that I should've fought, that I should've made her stay and changed her mind but I didn't know what my little mind was thinking about but eventually when I'd come to my senses I'd realised it was too late. I called, texted and ev

“He’s no longer with you, Trisha. Accept the reality. He just came back to you because you made him believe your lies. What did you tell him? You made him believe you were sick and you were about to die for what? For him to come back and be with you for the rest of your day? That’s why he’s with you. It was only out of pity that he gave you! He doesn't love you anymore to come back, that's the truth!” “Caleb chose me in the past, from the very beginning. I was the first, Bri. I was the first one he loved so it was easy for him to return the love he had for me.” I gulped. “But that doesn’t mean that you are also the last woman he will love. You’re just his first love, not his true love. You’r