Novel & Cerita A Kiss Before Dying

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 says before pulling me in for a long, passionate kiss. The End

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.

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.

She couldn't help herself but kissed me back. I smiled while our lips were still tasting each other and I pinned her to the door, she didn't react and was still embracing me. It was damn hot! We were being naughty. Pinning her more to the door, we kissed passionately, soft and smooth. Time was like in slow motion, I never kissed a woman like this before. I could felt her catching her breath but it didn't stop us. I didn't know how long we were kissing but I love the way she was kissing me back, it was turning me on. But then unfortunately, a sudden knock disturbed us and she hurriedly pushed me.

Tonight was no different. After his speech came the kisses. He kissed every bruise, looking utterly miserable. “A kiss for every bruise,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Baby, I want you. You know I’ve got the hots for you, and I can never get it up for anyone else.” What did I do? I went through the motions, groaning in pain while he mistook it for pleasure.

When he finally reached my lips, he paused for a brief second. “Are you sure?” he asked gently. I nodded, and he immediately brought his lips back on mine, laying me softly against the bed. I kissed him back, pouring every ounce of grief into it. My anger. My rage. My pain. Letting him wash it away the best he could with every kiss. Misha was dead. I moaned softly as he broke the kiss, biting down my neck and trailing lower across my body. Misha was dead.

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

My younger brother, Jason Callahan, died the day before school started. He jumped from the sixteenth floor of our apartment building. His head was twisted unnaturally to one side. There was not much blood. His tiny body lay curled in a dark pool beneath him. However, the strangest thing was the expression on his face. He was smiling. The moment people saw that smile, the entire crowd sucked in a sharp breath. It was still the face of a child, young and innocent at first glance, yet the smile carried something vicious and unsettling far beyond his age.