A Million Kisses In Your Lifetime Novels & Stories

“Darling… are you still angry?” I looked down at him. That face was still as striking and cold as ever. He carried the natural authority of a man born to power, the kind of presence that made everyone in Napels afraid of him; everyone except me, because there was a time when he loved me like I was the center of his world. On my eighteenth birthday, I said I loved watching fireworks by the sea. The very next night, he shut down an entire private coastline just to set off a two-hour-long firework display for me alone.

he asked. Elena blinked. "I'm sorry?" "Brooks Events." He tilted his head slightly. "How much are you carrying?" Heat rushed up Elena's neck. Around them, people pretended not to watch while absolutely watching. Phones were already out. She could hear cameras clicking from the press corner. "That's not really relevant to." "Three hundred thousand," he said, cutting her off. "Give or take. Am I close?" Elena's mouth closed. He was exactly right.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

Taking the lead, she asked him, "Win, can I kiss you? Your lips look irresistible." Without waiting for his response, she kissed him boldly. Yet, her lack of experience showed as she awkwardly bit his lips. He couldn't take it, so he held her hand and taught her how to kiss. As their breaths intertwined, Millie realized she would love only Winston for the rest of her life. After all these years, Winston's kissing skills remained impressive, while hers were still lacking. Winston could always spark an inexplicable desire in others. In university, she often heard others expressing their attraction to Winston, but now she no longer felt that way.

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

"Come on, Tyler. Quit playing around." He tapped his hand on his cheek. "A kiss on the cheek. That's all I ask." I looked at him for a long while, weighing my options. It was just a kiss on the cheek right? I think I could do that. Finally, releasing a heavy breath, I said. "Fine." I leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Just then, Tyler move my phone in front of us, while I kissed his cheek. By the time I looked at the phone to see what he did, he moved the phone from my reach again and began to type something on my phone.

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.

KLAIRE My heartbeat was rumbling. My eyes were moist, and I felt like crying. It's my first kiss. I've never been kissed since I've spent my entire life imprisoned to the mansion, and kissing, according to Nana Rosa, is a sacred act that should only be performed with the one you love. I don't even like this man, but is there anything I can do? Nothing.

I closed my eyes, sensing the free fall of my body through the air, this time he couldn't stop me either. Just like the incident of eighteen years ago repeated again, except that the person who fell was no longer the person he loved, I did not hear his heart-breaking screams like before. I made a deal, accepted my fate and let go, the last bit of consciousness left before falling into a coma, I felt like someone was holding my body in my lap. Your heart rate is so real...

“You… kissed me?” “Kiss? Who kissed you? It was mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!” “You...You jerk!” Michelle was on the verge of crying. “It was my first kiss!” “Are you crazy? What is more important? Your life or your first kiss?” “Oh, what is there to live if my first kiss is tainted just like that?” Alex was speechless for a while. He found it was extremely difficult to communicate with such a post-millennial youthful girl with huge busts, after all there was a massive gap between them, which was even bigger than Mariana Trench.