Novel & Cerita A Kiss Before Dying

Then, he leaned forward. Their lips met in a slow, tender kiss. There was no desperate passion, no frantic urgency—only warmth, deep forgiveness, hope, and the quiet promise of a love being born again. When they finally pulled apart, Seraphina rested her forehead against his. "You know..." she whispered. "Our first kiss wasn't nearly this good." Killian laughed softly. "I was nervous." "You still are." "I probably always will be." She smiled against his skin. "I don't mind."

I said with a chastising tone. I placed my lips on his withered mouth and kissed him in a way that I hoped portrayed the truth of my love. To my heartfelt dismay, I will never know if he got the message because he died while I was still kissing him. The room felt cold and eerie as I sat and stared at his still body. The smell of death permeated the air. Even so, I was still sitting like a statue when the nurse returned from her dinner break.

I cringed as I looked away from the TV and grabbed the remote from Katherine. "Why did you off it, Zora?" Kathy glared, her lips curled up into a smirk. "I was literally watching an erotic scene." I glared at her, standing up to dump my coffee cup in the basin. "Don't you dare put it that way? You caused this mess." My friend chuckled as she got up from the couch. "I wasn't the one that kissed a total stranger who by the way is the youngest billionaire in the country to make her ex feel jealous."

Tess “Before you reject me, could I have one last kiss?” Lucas asks in a pained voice. We are sitting on my bed and discussing the rejection that is about to happen. “You want a kiss knowing it will be the last one?” “Yeah? That’s how they do it in all the romantic movies, you know. A terrible goodbye kiss, and then it’s all over. Gotta keep the tradition and all.” I sigh. “Alright, but only because you’re asking for it, okay? It won’t change anything. I’m still rejecting you, and just because it tingles or whatever won’t change a thing.”

"I can’t live without you." "Shhh," she soothed, her fingers weakly caressing my cheek. "One last... kiss?" "Anything for you, princess," I whispered, leaning down, my heart shattering with each inch that brought us closer. Our lips met, a bittersweet union of love and pain. Her breath was faint, a mere whisper of life against my mouth. I could feel her slipping away, the warmth leaving her body, the spark in her eyes dimming. A desperate ache clawed at my chest, a primal scream trapped in my throat.

As the laughter fades, their curious eyes turn back to me, still gleaming with anticipation. “So, tell us everything,” Zalie prompts, leaning closer, her tone playful yet insistent. I recount the kiss, trying to explain the storm of emotions that came with it, the words tumbling out as I relive the memory. “Yes, I’ve kissed people before,” I admit, clutching a throw pillow to my chest. “Both on set as part of my acting career and… well, in my personal life. But this—this was different.” I trail off, my voice softening as the memory replays in my mind, vivid and electrifying. “With Kassian, it felt like… like—”

But hearing it said, so plainly, so fiercely, here in this tomb of concrete and lies, undid him. Anton’s thumb stroked his cheekbone. “And I am afraid,” he breathed, the admission cracking his voice, “that this kiss might be our last before the war. So I need it to be one you remember. One that tells you everything I can’t say when the guns are out and the screens are screaming.” He didn’t wait for an answer. He leaned in, and his lips found Sabatine’s. It was not like the explosive, desperate kiss in the elevator. That had been a breaking of dams, a collision of need. This was different. This was a gift.

She rolled her eyes, but her heart pounded in her chest. His smirk faded as another wave of pain hit him. His body trembled, and his eyes closed again. “Besides,” he whispered, “if I do die… kissing you will be a fitting final memory.”

I leaned in. The kiss was cold. It tasted of expensive wine and a victory that was not mine. As my lips met hers, a perfect, performative press of flesh, I died a little. In the echoing silence of the foyer, with the ghost of Maya hovering on the staircase above, I sealed my surrender, and her fate, with the touch I now hated most in the world.

He then, pulled his lips closer to mine, suddenly he kissed me, and I kissed back. The kiss became intense, we both kissed we reckless Abaddon, our tongues wrestling for dominance. As we kissed, the world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the moment. We knew that we had a long journey ahead of us, but we were ready to face it together. After what seemed like eternity, Gabriel ended the kiss, while I gasps for breath. After gasping for a while, I got myself. Gabriel carried me to his inner room, saying he wanted to show me some files.