A Million Kisses In Your Lifetime Novels & Stories

Leon, standing rigidly at attention, felt the hard shell around his own heart crack a little further. The kiss spoke of a lifetime pact. It held the memory of their first, clash-of-wills kiss in his study, a battle neither had won. It held the desperate gratitude of the kiss after Geneva, a survivor’s benediction. It held all the soft, sleepy kisses of shared mornings and the fierce, protective ones in the face of threats. It gathered every past touch and cast it forward, weaving them into the fabric of a shared future. Time, measured by the slow drip of wax from a candle or the measured breath of the string quartet, lost all meaning. The kiss existed outside of it, in an eternal present of

He repeats his offer, his arrogance palpable as he emphasizes the transformative power of a million dollars. I react with disgust, trying to storm off, but he grasps me again, pulling me closer. My heart races, and I feel like I'm suffocating. Time seems to stand still as I'm trapped in his grasp, my senses overwhelmed by his proximity. I jolt back to reality, shocked at what just happened. "What the hell, Petal! You just kissed me!" I push him away, trying to process the sudden invasion of my personal space. His warm breath still lingers on my lips, and I can't help but notice the sweet, strawberry flavor of his kiss.

“Oh, the things I can do to you, luv. But I shall be a gentleman for once and just offer you a kiss. Do we have an agreement or not?” Lana quirks a brow then asks with a sarcastic scowl. “I suppose to you it's not a big deal because you've kissed millions of women?” Lucifer snickers. “Oh, I've kissed more women than that. Have you taken a look at me? I've at least kissed billions, and they've all loved it.” Lana rolls her eyes with a jeer. “Well, it might not be a big deal for you, but you'll be my first kiss, so you better make it good.”

It was a kiss that felt like an eternity, yet passed in the blink of an eye, leaving an indelible mark on my heart and a promise of more to come. In that moment, I tasted the realization of a long-held fantasy. Logan's kiss was a revelation, a testament to the years of longing that had brought us to this point. He reciprocated my kiss with a passion that mirrored my own, the warmth of his mouth sending shivers down my spine.

Slowly, their lips met. The kiss started soft, a tentative exploration, a nervous dance of tongues and shy touches. The taste of him—clean and sweet with a hint of cinnamon—was intoxicating. But then, as if a dam had broken, Evan deepened the kiss. His hand found the small of Millie’s back, pulling her closer. Their kiss transformed into a torrent of emotion, the initial shyness melting into a rush of heat. The world around them faded away as their bodies pressed together, seeking warmth and connection.

It wasn’t a kiss, but a promise; a promise that we would spend a thousand more lifetimes together, and a thousand more, until the end of time and even further. The end.

“Desiree, ever since the day I met you you glued me, you has my hearts in your eyes, I would ayre ein them and be mesmerised and I didn't want to take my eyes off you, ever, times where we were together that we spent together..those times I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world not even money not even fame not even meals, not even lobsters. Though things have been really tough, I say this to say that I want to be there and here with you every single moment during your tears during your happy times. I want to be with you till the end of time. If possible, I want you to have my heart forever,... Desiree, will you marry me?” “Yes , Every Single time, I can't imagine spending my life wit

“Because I don't want to wait anymore. I'm done waiting. I needed to kiss you, at least once.” “Just once?” My heart stalled a little. I wanted to kiss him far more than just once. Billions of kisses wouldn't be enough. “At least once,” he clarified, bending his head to mine again. “But I'm not sure that even a million would satisfy me now.” “Ms. Page!” An urgent cry came as the door opened and interrupted my perfect night. Standing in the doorway was the party coordinator, looking incredibly flustered. Her hair was mussed and her cheeks red.

"Why are you being so cold? I just want a kiss." I shot him a look and arched an eyebrow. "A kiss is worth a hundred bucks per five seconds," I bargained. He shook his head, looking half-exasperated, half-amused. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he moved in anyway. Without another word, he claimed my lips again. I kept my hands firmly at my sides, refusing to touch his neck because I was terrified I’d cave into the temptation all over again. "That was twelve seconds," I said the moment our lips parted, breathless. "But fine, let’s call it ten. The extra two seconds are on the house since you’re actually a decent kisser," I joked, giving him a dismissive shrug.

The atmosphere inside the car instantly turned icy. She turned away again, presenting me with the back of her head and making it clear she had no intention of continuing the conversation. After a while, I took the initiative to break the silence: “What’s the name of this marriage candidate? I should at least know who my future husband is. “If he’s some eighty-year-old grandfather, I’ll need to stock up on heart medication in advance.” Her eyes remained closed. She didn’t even bother looking at me. “Julian Cooper. About your age.”