Novels by Sweet Kisses

The walls had never felt so close.Laura lay curled on her side, her back to the door, the moonlight slipping through the slats of the window like pale prison bars. Her hands were balled beneath her pillow. Her eyes open, but still — unmoving. Not blinking.She hadn’t said a word since the slap.Since she walked out.Since no one followed.The door creaked open slowly behind her.She didn’t turn.She didn’t have to.The voice was unmistakable — firm, measured, as always.“Starting tonight,” Lucas said from the doorway, “you are grounded.”His footsteps didn’t echo. They were too soft, too deliberate.“You are prohibited from leaving this room,” he continued. “Not for training. Not for strolls. Not for council meetings. Not for anything. Until the fifth full moon rises.”Laura’s fingers twitched under her pillow.“Five full moons, Laura.”Still, she didn’t speak.Didn’t breathe too hard.Lucas exhaled slowly. “Do you understand what you’ve done?”Laura blinked once.The ceiling didn’t

Everyone clapped.Smiling. Nodding. Eyes gleaming with approval. Toasts were raised. Someone even whistled.Colin stood frozen beside her, still in stunned silence, unsure if this was real or some elaborate misunderstanding.Laura didn’t move.Her lungs burned. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt.Her ears buzzed as the crowd’s noise blurred into a hum of false joy.And then—“No.”The word ripped through the air like a blade.Sharp. Clear. Final.The clapping stopped.Every head turned.Laura stood with her hands balled into fists, her eyes locked on the stage — on her parents — on the life they just tried to hand her like a wrapped-up gift.“No,” she said again, louder. Stronger.The silence was deafening now.Valencia’s smile faltered. Lucas blinked.Colin slowly turned toward her. “Laura…”She didn’t look at him.Her voice shook, but not from fear. From rage. From disbelief.“You don’t get to do this,” she said, each word louder than the last. “You don’t get to dress me up like some

The silence stretched.Not awkward.Not empty.Just… heavy.Laura lay beside Carlos beneath the starlit canopy, her fingers tangled in the grass, his arm beneath her head. The stillness around them had changed — no wind, no whispers from the forest, not even the soft stir of wildlife.Only heartbeats.Only breath.Only something ancient humming beneath their skin.Laura shifted slightly, her chest tightening with a sensation she didn’t want to name. Her wolf was restless. Pulling. Reaching for something it had never reached for before.Carlos hadn’t moved.But he felt it too.She could see it in the way his jaw was clenched, the way his throat bobbed like he was forcing something down.Then—too soft—it slipped out of her lips.“…Carlos.”He turned his head to look at her, his eyes already waiting for hers.And they both knew.Not in a romantic rush.Not in some fairytale glow.But in a slow, cold burn that started at the base of their spines and rose like smoke.The bond.The mate bon

The forest was quiet again.Moonlight filtered through the high canopy like silver silk, painting ghost-light over the leaves and moss. The air was still, heavy, as if holding its breath for her.Laura moved through it like a shadow.She didn’t remember how she got there — not really.Only that her feet kept moving. That her chest felt hollow. That no matter how tightly she wrapped her arms around herself, she couldn’t stop shaking.And then she saw him.Carlos was leaning against the tree, back turned, arms folded. He hadn’t noticed her yet — or maybe he had and said nothing. He often did that. Quiet when it mattered. Loud when it hurt.Laura didn’t stop walking.She didn’t say a word.She just reached him — and threw her arms around him.Tight.Desperate.Carlos stiffened.Caught off guard.Her face buried into his chest, her grip clinging like she was afraid he’d disappear.He stood frozen for only a breath.Then his arms wrapped around her — fast and fierce, one hand gripping the

Days passed.Then a week.And somehow, everything felt like it was beginning to fall into place.No one noticed when Laura slipped away at night. Or if they did, no one said anything. The shadows of the Lavigne forest had become her secret sanctuary — the place where Carlos waited.Always.Some nights they just talked.Some nights they just were.And some nights… their silence said everything.Carlos never pushed. Never demanded answers. But he was there. And in the quiet between their racing hearts, something like a relationship began to grow. Uneven. Wild. Real.And back in the daylight, something else was shifting too.Laura found herself meeting her mother’s gaze a little more often. Not with defiance — but with quiet effort. They weren’t close. Not yet. But the absence of coldness was enough to plant something new. A seed.And Levi… Levi still watched her carefully. But the judgment was gone. Replaced by something warmer. Protective. Proud.Even Lucas — Alpha Lucas, once towering

She didn’t remember deciding to follow him.One moment, Laura was back in her room, trembling with anger—at him, at herself, at everything. And the next… her bare feet were brushing through the dewy grass, her cloak barely fastened around her shoulders, the woods unfolding before her in silence.She didn’t call out his name.Didn’t ask him to stop.She just followed.Like her feet knew the path before her mind could stop them.Moonlight filtered through the trees like melted silver, dappling the trail ahead. And then—there he was.Carlos.He walked slowly. Shoulders tense. Hands shoved into his pockets like he didn’t know what else to do with them. Like he was keeping himself from breaking something—or falling apart.Laura stepped faster. The cold nipped at her ankles. Her chest ached. Her breath caught.And then she reached him.Her arms slid around his torso from behind, her cheek pressed against his back. Her fingers curled in the fabric of his coat.She said nothing.And neither d