A Kiss Before Dying Novels & Stories

They came together in another kiss. The End

The crown prince kissed him. "Let's go" The crown princess held his hand and we followed him to the door. Suddenly he stopped turning towards us with blood in his mouth. "Are you okay?What is it?" The Queen and the crown princess held him. " It's called kiss and die,a deadly herb that kills in five minutes,I really thought he would man up and stand his ground but as usual,he's too gullible and I tried but I can not leave without Ferdinand"Olson said wiping the blood from his own mouth.

"Daddy, please! Get in the pod!" Hearing the name one last time made his chest heave. He leaned into the small capsule, his mouth crashing against mine in a desperate, savage kiss that tasted of salt, rain, and a final, permanent goodbye. He bit my lower lip just hard enough to draw a drop of blood, marking me one last time.

"Read it after I'm on the plane." I nodded weakly. The attendant was calling out again. Dean swallowed hard. He ran his fingers down my hair, the crooked smile I loved crossing his face. He cupped my chin in his fingers and kissed me. I breathed him in. He smelled like soap and sunshine. His mouth was warm and minty. A small patch of beard he missed shaving scratched at my cheek. His hands were strong as he pulled me into him for this one last kiss.

I would accept that this was just a short term thing and do my best to enjoy it. “It's my turn,” Aiden said, taking the bottle from its spot in the sand. “Tell me about your first kiss.” “You're going to laugh. It was pretty terrible,” I warned him. “I sincerely doubt that,” Aiden replied, pulling me to rest on his shoulder. “Kissing you is never terrible.” I nestled into the hollow of his shoulder, soaking up the feeling of his arm around me and the smell of his skin. If this did have to end at the end of my trip, at least I would have some amazing memories.

There was no ointment, so I gave up and fell asleep like that. In the middle of the night, a high fever dragged me out of sleep. My throat burned like fire. I struggled to open my eyes and saw a familiar figure sitting at the edge of the bed. It was Kian. He sat hunched over, carefully applying ointment to the bruises on my arm. I watched him quietly. “Kian, I’m dying. Will you grant me one last wish?” His hand paused. “Stop talking nonsense. What wish?” “Let me leave this place. I don’t want to die here, and I don’t want any of you at my funeral.”

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

Preserved by herbs and spells, he looked almost as though he were merely sleeping, not gone forever. I closed my eyes, and memory flooded in unbidden: me at twenty, him fresh from the frontier campaign, covered in blood and glory, kissing me for the first time at the victory banquet. Hot tears slipped down my cheeks before I could stop them. I wiped them away quickly and turned to Darius, signaling him to begin. It was time to let him go. Elder Darius raised his hands for the final sealing incantation. I shut my eyes in prayer. Goodbye Killian. If there is a next life, perhaps we…

The sound echoed across the arena. The lights flashed white. The cheers turned into gasps. Nathan’s knees buckled. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the en dless sea of faces screaming, panicking, crying—and the world spinning out of focus. And then...... nothing.

"What is that?" "A kiss," the alpha whispered before crashing their lips together.