A Kiss Before Dying Novels & Stories

“Curious, Your Highness? Am I not allowed to surprise you?” His lips curled—not quite a smile. More like a warning. “Surprises,” he said, “usually come with a price.”

"But I won't let you die for a machine." I knelt beside him one last time, pulling his battered head into my lap. The proximity was a terminal fire, a desperate collision of sweat, blood, and the final embers of our "Sync." "Too close. Too dangerous," I thought, my breath hitching as I pressed my lips against his. The kiss tasted of salt and iron—a slow, bruising exploration that was our only way of saying goodbye.

Determined to beat him to death. "Please stop. We don't have much time yet." Kim reminded and she stopped him. Without resisting, instantly they began to kiss themselves passionately Only a few seconds before the bomb explodes. "If I would die, it would be with you. Forever Henry." Kim declared and they resumed the kiss.

He pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes with an intensity that made her shiver. "I've been dying to kiss you since the moment you walked in," he admitted, his voice raw. Hailey's breath hitched, and she pulled him back to her, their lips crashing together once more. This time, the kiss was even more fervent, filled with the unspoken emotions and desires that had been building between them. Cassian's hands roamed over her body as if trying to memorize every curve and contour, while Hailey's hands moved under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin.

“I’m here. I survived the fall. The King… It doesn’t matter. I’m here.” Andrei’s eyes searched my face. He still looked uncertain, like he was waiting for me to disappear or transform into something else. “I’m in Hell,” he whispered. “I died. This is Hell, and you’re just another—” I kissed him before he could finish. I pressed my lips to his and tasted blood and ash and the bitter residue of the fumes. He went rigid for a moment, and then his free hand came up to the back of my head, pulling me closer. The kiss was desperate and messy and so perfect I could have stayed like that forever.

She dying to touch him, to hug him, to tell him that she love him, to plan every single day on how she would spend it with him until the end of her time. She couldn't help breaking down in the thought of loosing that chance, "I-i love you... s-so bad, H-how can I let y-you go?" she could hardly breathe, "I-i can't..." The last thing she said before she claims his lips and take him in her arms. She misses those... so much. If this will be the last kiss, she will take it then and probably hoping it's a dream that she would never have to wake up. Everything turns black as she passed out.

“Time is bleeding. And the war’s already begun.” His lips parted. I expected a command, or maybe a curse. But instead, he took my face in his hands and kissed me—desperate, raw, like he knew what it cost to love me now. It was the kiss of a dying world and a promise not yet broken. Behind us, the temple crumbled. But I didn't look back.

She teased, trying to lighten the mood. Killian leaned in, his face inches from hers. “I have to be. You're the best investment I've ever made.” “An investment?” Faith raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. “The only one I'm willing to die for,” Killian whispered. He leaned in and kissed her. It wasn't a rough or possessive kiss. It was soft, lingering, and full of a promise. It felt like a goodbye and a hello at the same time. When he pulled away, Faith’s heart was racing.

I shoved her away and said coldly, "I'm serious. I'm not joking. You can play the saint if you like, but the divorce is final. The sooner we sign, the sooner it's done." A middle-aged woman couldn't hold back anymore and said, "This doctor has no professional ethics. How did someone like him even become a doctor? He must have pulled some strings." A pregnant woman stomped her foot in frustration. "Exactly! He's watching someone die and doing nothing! Where's the justice in that?" An elderly lady chimed in, "A man like this isn't worthy of a doctor's wife. She should leave him before it's too late." At that moment, the drowning man's face turned progressively paler.