A Kiss Before Dying Novels & Stories

he was finding it challenging to complete the sentence and was not letting her away from him, throwing hungry kisses all over her face. That moment something changed, something changed inside Myra, and while he was still comforting her with words, she pulled him closer, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately. The Kiss was as if it was the end of the world for her, and that was something she wanted to do before she died.

I increased my pace. "We are sorry. We tried our best to come in but there were a lot of reporters here waiting to interview you. Luckily, Nathan came out here and cleared the whole misunderstandings." "Wow! He did that?" "Yes. But why did the police call you here? Did something terrible happen?" Kylie asked. "Mmm. Richard is dead." "What!"

But not for Kara anyway. He is holding a cup of coffee in his left hand, his macbook in the other. "Good morning Kara!" he brightly greeted her, showing off his deep dimples and perfect white teeth, completing his morning charm with a wink. Nevertheless, it did not brighten her always dreary mood, not even a notch.

I said gently, hoping that it was some type of consolation as I moved my face to kiss her cheeks. She turned her head then, and pressed her lips against mine. At first, it was a long, lingering kiss, affectionate and reflecting my current emotion, how much more precious she seemed to me after all the near-death experiences we had in this city. I could die for her. I could die for this woman. And suddenly, we were tearing at each other’s clothes, impatient. Hands moved roughly, teeth nibbled, loud moans, lusty cries, and soon we were fucking in the backseat as our car sped across Budapest in the freezing snow.

"You chose me after all." A sad smile touched my lips. "In a way..." "I did." He nodded almost imperceptibly. Then, with the last tenderness I had ever known from him, he drew me forward. His lips brushed my forehead. The kiss was feather-light. Almost reverent. "Then..." His voice faded into little more than breath. "Give yourself the life I never could." Another slow breath. "Kill me." His eyes never left mine. "I hope... wherever death takes me..." A faint smile ghosted across his blood-stained lips.

Everyone wanted to know what that message I saw before the fall meant. Some said the Cassano Family forced me. Some said it was pre-wedding panic. Others felt something way more off. *** Third-Person POV Meanwhile, Cesare had no clue the livestream was spiraling. His eyes stayed locked on the "body" they'd just found. He dropped to his knees in the freezing snow, clutching the corpse with Noemi's face, refusing to let go. His cheek pressed against the icy wedding gown. Anyone who stepped close got shoved back.

I felt him twitch as he rode out our high. He finally broke the kiss for some air. "I thought our first time after so long would be in bed and romantic." He said with a smile. "I loved it this way much better." I gave him a quick kiss as he pulled out of me. "Our food should be cold." I giggled as I pulled my clothes on. "I will heat you a plate. And you better have enough energy because this woman wants her pony ride till she is sore." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ We were like teenagers who had just fallen in love. We would be caught kissing when I was saying bye to him in the morning. Poor Maria found us so many times about to rip each other's clothes off, I swear we might give her a heart attack.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

The stench of blood and terror clung to the air. I went to the first man, the weaker one, the one whose whimpers had filled the room for the past two days. He did not glance at me. Coward! With dramatic caution, I leaned forward, my lips grazing his cheek as I kissed him. Then another on the other cheek. And then one on his forehead. A blessing. A farewell. I inhaled and took a step back, cocking my head to look at what I'd created. Red lipstick stained his sweaty, pale face.

So easy to let go of everything. So I turn around. And I kiss him. Really. Deeply. As if it were the last time. Our bodies meet in this kiss that is no longer a crime but a farewell to everything else. I pull away, breathless. — Tonight. I hear my voice, distant. Tonight, we leave. Before she throws us out. Before she destroys us. He nods. His eyes shine with a wild gleam. He kisses me again. Harder. As if, already, we have nothing left to lose.