Novel & Cerita A Kiss Before Dying

he whispered and instantly placed his lips on mine. Like every time, the kiss wasn't warm. It was aggressive and passionate. He started exploring my mouth. I kissed him back, our tongues fighting with each other. Unknowingly, tears sprinkled from both of our eyes. This will be our last kiss. After that, I will be dead, I thought. I couldn't even confess my love for him. After we broke apart from the kiss, Vexon spoke, "You know why I never wanted to leave you even after I married you forcefully?"

he rasped, his voice rough from the strain of his wounds. "Always," she said, her voice breaking. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that was filled with all the things she couldn't say, all the emotions she couldn't contain. The kiss was desperate, frantic—an expression of relief, a plea, a promise all wrapped into one. It was a kiss that spoke of the bond they shared, the bond that could never be broken, not even by death itself.

I wish I could tell her that I'm dying with the thought of letting her go. She nears me and goes on her tiptoes, sealing my lips with a tender, passionate kiss. I respond right away, wrapping my arms around her waist and kiss her with all the love and affection I have for her. That kiss which depicts no needs and desires, only love and an urge to feel the moment as much as I can before I free myself from all the rights I believe I have over her. When I sense her parting our lips, I cup her face and keep her engaged with that kiss. I don't wanna stop kissing her. It feels like the one last time.

I mumbled. “What's a kissing spell?” he sounded curious. “Oh, that?” I laughed faintly, “Just a family curse… In short, I kissed you. Now, if you don't kiss me back before my 30th birthday, I will die… or I can give up on my magic…” I chuckled and looked at him. He became serious. He moved closer to me. “Is that all? All I have to do is kiss you?” he slowly leaned over me. “N-no…” I gulped seeing his face inches away from mine, “You… would have to feel something towards me… The kiss should carry equally intense emotions… as the ones I felt when I gave you mine…”

"I'll wait for you here outside your room before you go to your training." She bit her lower lip as she smiled seductively. "You're going to come here again tomorrow? Do you want a morning kiss too?" "N-No— I mean, yes, I do, but that's not what I meant. Ugh... never mind... You're driving me crazy tonight. I don't recognize you anymore." She chuckled. "I'm ready, Kieran. Kiss me now." He took a deep breath before quickly bending down and kissing her on the forehead. "There."

My spirit died there, like die, die, die! Only his lips tasted like raspberry and apricot, soft and tender like…like… I don't know, tender. I almost gave in to the urge to swipe my tongue over his lips, to get more of that… okay, I was already doing it. I knew I shouldn't stay so long, even if I wanted to. He could snap out of the shock first, or his brother and then I'd be dead. The kiss only lasted for six seconds before I pulled away and bolted, never looking back, never bothering to find out if what I did started a whole new story for Zayne Verlice and me.

she whimpered. Cupping her face in my hands, I connected our lips. It wasn't a heated kiss. It was slow but yet still so fucking passionate. Her salty tears mixed with the sweet taste of her tongue and I couldn't help but wonder if this was my goodbye. If I did die, it was for a long time coming.

“Kiss me before I die.” Vaethea sighed, the weight of exhaustion and love pressing down on her chest. But she leaned in anyway, because what else was there? What else mattered? Their lips met at first tentative and soft, like rediscovering an old song you thought you’d forgotten. The taste was bittersweet — a mixture of absence and longing, of memories both sharp and tender. The kiss deepened gradually, shifting from gentle exploration to fierce desperation. It was the kind of kiss that erased time, that demanded presence, that screamed of survival in a place where nothing else seemed certain.

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

After he stared at me in the dark for a while, he obeyed. I used the moment to get my phone ready and when Steven stopped drinking, I crushed my lips into his. Snapping a photo of it, the light illuminated my mask and his face with his gray eyes wide opened. A ridiculous way to kiss someone! Not sure if this was proof that he wasn’t gay, I kissed him again before he could see that I was giving half my attention to my mobile. It was like kissing your brother, no passion, no sparks. Just two wet mouths moving.