A Moment A Laugh A Kiss A Cry Novels & Stories

Allura… I remembered that I was supposed to take a photo of this. Opening my eyes, I moved my mobile in a way that my choice of clothes and who I am kissing would be visible, but not my whole face. The lightning flashed my eyes, pulling the blondy from her state. She also made her picture then and we parted. For a while, we were looking at each other intently and with a tiny smile, not sure what to say or do. I could kiss her again, of the record… “Whooaa! You guys! How could I miss this!” Ed yelled with his eyes widened, approaching our table.

the voice echoed in the hall. This time Klarisse felt her world crumble again into pieces, she felt overwhelmed and trapped in the debris of her grief. She shook herself as her tears rain.

It took me so long to calm down, I lost my interest in the food as I began to gain control of my breath. A maid cleared the mess I made and Mr Hyde was chuckling to himself as the maid walked out. "what is funny?" I asked him. And he started laughing. "are you for real?" "I asked you why the hell were you smiling and you started laughing", I asked feeling extremely embarrassed and offended. "I'm sorry for laughing" He apologized. "And?".. I asked knowing there is more to it. "How can you be so dumb?" "You choke on your food and instead of taking a gentle sip of water, you took big gulps that gave a series of coughing" he said mockingly, and for the hundredth time I felt like killing him.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

And then, with a flourish, I dipped her backward, her laughter ringing out like music in the air. As she looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with joy, I couldn't help but smile. This was the moment I had been waiting for—to make her laugh, to make her feel cherished and adored. And then, as her laughter filled the space between us, I claimed her soft lips with mine. She laughed into our kiss, her joy infectious and pure. And as we finally pulled away, breathless and exhilarated, I made a silent vow to myself to always strive to make every moment as perfect as this one, for her.

With each passing moment, their connection deepened, fortified by affection and shared laughter, a reminder that their love was not only passionate but also built upon a strong foundation of friendship and joy. In that morning embrace, in the gentle touch of their lips, Adrian and Krystal found solace and comfort, setting the tone for a day filled with love and laughter. Their love was not only expressed in grand gestures but also woven within the simple moments of daily life, like the taste of pancakes and the sweetness of stolen kisses, forever nourishing their hearts and spirits. “I should get going to work honey, I won’t stay out late.” “I would come fetch you myself, Madison already lef

"I am. What are you doing to me?" "This." As the moon cast a gentle glow over us, our eyes locked, creating a magnetic pull that drew us closer. The night air filled with anticipation, and then, in a heartbeat, our lips met in a delicate dance of passion and vulnerability. Time felt like it stood still, and the world faded away, leaving only the warmth of the kiss that spoke volumes.

ALEXIA Shattering the moment between us, he threw his head back and laughed. A rich, deep sound coming from deep within his chest. Being under the effect of his laughter, a smile spread across my face but then a sharp knock on the door put a temporary end to the moment.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

Each passing moment felt like an eternity, a cascade of sensations building to a crescendo. And then, in the sweetest crescendo of all, our lips finally met. The kiss was a tender revelation, a celebration of newfound joy and the budding connection between us. Time seemed to stretch, allowing us to savor the intricate details of the moment — the softness of his lips, the gentle warmth exchanged, the symphony of heartbeats merging into one.