Novel & Cerita A Kiss At Midnight Book

As much as I wanted to close my eyes and try to sleep right now, but I still need to prepare for school. The door of my room made a knocking sound three times. I rose from the bed, opened the door, and there, Mrs. Chester, the landlady, was standing in front of me. "So why are you still here? I thought I said yesterday was the last day I see you in my apartment?" Her monolid eyes squinting at me, lips frowning, her double chin inflating. She placed her stubby hands on her fat waist and waited for my response.

Because how do I explain something I don’t even understand? His hand shifts, slides slightly higher, unroll it, resting just above my knees. My breath stutters. No one. notices, but I do. Oh, I do. “Spontaneity.” He says before I can speak. The word is calm, controlled, like that moment wants anything more than a witch encounter. I swear I was spelled. Someone hexed me in some third-dimensional realm, forcing me to slam my lips against his clam-like ones. ‘If clams could kiss like him….’ No….no, Charlotte.

They looked too good to resist. “God, you’re poison,” he groaned into my ear. I bit my lip without meaning to. “Biting your lip only makes me want to kiss you more.” He yearned. “Then do.” “I’ll be back soon,” he said again, loosening his grip and turning for the door,but stopped. And in the very next breath, he turned back, stormed toward me, and crushed his lips against mine. The kiss wasn’t gentle, at all. It was fire meeting gasoline, clashing and consuming. His hands gripped my face with a desperation that stole the breath right out of me.I clutched at his shirt, tugging him closer like I needed him to stay or I’d drown.

He didn’t release me immediately, lingering for a moment, his hands still cupping my face, his silver eyes filled with a quiet, profound affection. “Midnight wanderings can lead to beautiful discoveries,” he murmured, his voice a soft whisper in the stillness of the room. And as he leaned down, his lips finding mine in a kiss that was as gentle and tender as the quiet moments we had shared in the kitchen, I knew this was another kind of peace, a quiet intimacy that blossomed in the heart of the night, a silent promise of enduring affection in the comforting sanctuary of his arms.

"Stop sneaking around." "I want all of you," he whispered. "Your mornings and your midnight walks. Your smiles and your tears. I want to walk beside you—not behind you." She smiled, a soft sob escaping her. "Then do it. Be with me." Their third kiss was different from the first two—it was a promise. And in the background, a clock struck the midnight hour, as if the world was blessing them to start over. Damian rested his forehead against hers, his voice hushed.

It wasn’t just words—it was his soul, exposed and trembling, hoping that maybe, just maybe, I’d reach out and hold it close. I looked up at him, wanting to speak, to say something, anything, but before I could form the words, he pulled me close, his lips crashing onto mine in a desperate, hungry kiss. His arms wrapped around me tightly, as if he were afraid I might slip away. And I didn’t push him off—I didn’t want to. His kiss ignited a flame deep inside me, a flame I’d thought had faded long ago. The familiar scent of sandalwood surrounded me, drawing me in, intoxicating me. I wanted to hold back, to resist the pull, but Midnight was already there, responding instinctively, feeding the con

Ava’s text back to me is relatively the same as what I’ve just said. “Oh, great, and Ava can’t pick either!” “Well, what do you think your New Year’s kiss will like you in?” “What kiss?” I deadpan. “Who says I’m kissing someone at midnight? And since when is that a mandatory thing?”

"So I have the rights to take control over the kiss" I blink and my body froze. "W-What?!" "You read the contract so you must aware with the footnote 'every night' darling" My lips parted in disbelief realizing what he said. The footnote 'every night' means 'before midnight' and it's already passed midnight. What the hell?! "Do you remember it now?" I felt him smirk. "Yeah..." my voice drop. "Good. But first thing first, Little. I think I need to give you a short demonstration what a real kiss is really like"

I am too young that time. I closed my eyes tightly when I suddenly step forward towards Mr. Woods and kiss him. It was just a fast and a swift kiss. I immediately step back and stared at him. He is looking at me eyes widened. His lips parted while staring at me. "Goodnight, I will get inside already. Bye." I uttered nervously and left him there. What the hell did you do, Kellah Fazandra?????

Say something! He’s right. I look like an idiot staring at the girl who just poured her heart out with nothing but silence on my lips. I move closer to her and take a deep breath before crashing my mouth to hers. I pour everything I have into the kiss because she should know that she owns me. She is so much more than I deserve but she’s mine. I’ll spend every day making sure she feels as beautiful as she is. Her rigid body melts into me as I lay us both on the ground.