A Kiss Before Dying Novels & Stories

he was finding it difficult to complete the sentence and was not letting her away from him, blowing hungry kisses all over her face. In that moment something changed, something changed inside Allora, 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 like the end of the world for her, and it was something she wanted to do before she died.

I breathed, tracing my extracted fangs over her neck. "Please, don't kill me," she tried to beg in a weak whisper. "Sorry sweetheart, but I have to," I said and bared my sharp venomous teeth at her. Surprisingly, Roza seemed to take her death sentence too calmly. She didn't try to escape or cry for mercy as I expected. She kept staring back at me, which made me a bit uncomfortable. "Kiss me," she finally said. "What?" "Kiss me before I die," Roza's eyes bore into mine. I had never thought I would hear this coming out of her. I was caught off guard. It had been a long time since someone would ask me for a kiss.

I exclaimed. He shook but his head moved weakly, he mumbled an answer and I pinched the bridge of my nose as I shook my head, "Beauty," I told him, "Beauty, told me," I said to him. "And guess what, she's going to be my Donna. You gave me something so precious and you never knew," I caressed his face, and watched his eyes, knowing he was dying, it filled me whole and made me grin, "I can't wait..." I said to him as I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

“You can’t be real. Too perfect to be real.” With his eyes still twinkling with delight, he leaned in and kissed me. And those lips. Dear God. They should come with a warning. Too hot to handle first thing in the morning. Easing closer, he opened his mouth and, bam, I groaned, sliding my body under his without realizing what I was really doing, just needing friction, more friction everywhere. He tasted good. Too good. The turd must’ve gotten up sometime recently and gargled with my mouthwash or something, because no morning breath could ever possibly taste this good. Oh hell. What if my morning breath was atrocious? What if—

He touched my face, caressing my cheek with his fingers like he was memorizing me. “I have to go,” I said quietly, leaning into his touch and never wanting him to stop. My chest ached with an unexplainable pain. I hadn't expected this moment to hurt this much. “My plane will be leaving soon.” “I know,” he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His hand went to the back of my neck. He slowly lowered his face to mine, kissing me goodbye one last time. The kiss was soft and warm, lingering and full of memory. I closed my eyes and took in every detail. The way his five-o'clock shadow scratched my lips, how warm he was, the taste of his tongue, and the scent of his cologne. I wanted to

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

If he knew he was going to die, why the fuck did he kiss me? *******************************************

He gently kissed my forehead, each eye, nose, cheeks, my chin, jaw and last but not least, a soft featherlight kiss on my lips. Then, a whisper, soft as a breath, against my ear. "Happy birthday, babygirl…."

I looked up at him through bleary eyes, and I knew he felt the same way. He cupped my chin in his hand as he laid a gentle kiss on my lips. Later, it said. The kiss promised things I wasn't afraid of to feel anymore. It said… I'm here for you. I love you. I will stay with you. I nodded up at him and squeezed his hand. I didn't trust my treacherous voice to speak, so we buried Kaya the way her true death would be known—in silence. I would have to tell her family something—a horrible mugging went wrong, a cliff diving accident, a shipwreck.

It was confirmed he had come out of his hiding place and beat Bryan to death. He turned around, left his hiding place with all the pain in his heart. After the kiss was released, Bryan smiled at his lover's face which was like boiled crab. Really adorable, thought Bryan. Bryan gently rubbed Paula lips, "you blushed with your first kiss". Deg! Suddenly Paula gasped at the words of a boyfriend, nervousness overwhelmed him because Paula was confused about what to answer. "Hmm... Yeah first kiss", Paula was unsure of her own answer, because...