Annabeth Chase Percy Jackson Kiss Novels & Stories

“Do it properly, or tomorrow your father wakes to find the debt unpaid.” Her throat tightened. Rage surged in her veins, but so did desperation. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her face again. This time, her lips brushed his, soft, fleeting, but real. A kiss. The world seemed to stop. Heat shot through her veins, uninvited, unwanted. For a moment, she felt the strength in his stillness, the danger coiled beneath his restraint. His lips didn’t move against hers, but his hand tightened on her wrist, steadying her as if she might break.

“In my head. In the woods. Even when I sleep.” She walked toward me, two mugs in hand and passed one to me like she hadn’t heard a word. I took it. Our fingers touched but she didn’t pull away. Neither did I. “I could say the same,” she said. And just like that, I found myself getting up and moving closer to her, closer than I had any right to be. “You shouldn’t,” I said quietly. She couldn’t understand what the danger was. “Too late,” she whispered. I took a step closer, much more than I should have, really, and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warmer than I expected. She tasted like honey and chamomile. Her hand touched my chest, resting there.

He saw the way my bright, glowing face dimmed. He saw the way I shrank beneath Annaida’s smirk. He noticed Alex’s hand on my shoulder. And something shifted in him. He took a step back from Annaida, nodded politely to the chief guest — a legendary boxer who’d come to present the official title belt — and thanked him quickly. Then he turned. Walked straight toward me. And kissed me. Right there, in front of everyone. His kiss was firm. Warm. Claiming. Yet it felt like a subtle slap from Damon to Annaida for hurting me.

would stop giving me so much shit whenever we met up. Sunday dinner could have gone better, what with Seamus calling his grandfather out for being a homophobic prick— “Aela!” I smiled at Aoife when I saw her wading through the crowd with one of those baby car seats in hand. She plunked him on a chair, made sure he was stable, then bent down to kiss my cheek. I hadn’t expected that, so I jerked back in surprise, but then stilled when I felt the soft brush of her lips against my cheek.

Athena responded wincing in pain while caressing his back softly feeling his masculinity at every touch. As their lips finally met, a surge of emotions coursed through Athena's being. The kiss was a testament to their shared history, a reunion of souls longing for one another. It was a dance of longing, a symphony of rediscovered love. In that moment, they were both vulnerable and invincible, wrapped in a cocoon of intimacy and desire.

After the call had ended she looked at Jaxon with a smile and stood from her seat. "Let's go to the pack house." She went near to him and pressed her lips to his. She smiled in the kiss when his arm went round her waist and pulled her closer. Because of what was happening they had not been able to spare much time for each other so she knew that with one kiss, Jaxon would fall to her will. She sucked down on his lower lip and tilted her head giving him more access. Jaxon wasted no time to accept the invitation and his tongue invaded Anabelle's mouth in a swift movement. Anabelle's hands went to his biceps, squeezing his muscles tightly. No matter how much Anabelle enjoyed the taste of Jaxon s

To Keith's shock, he saw his boss suddenly lean in, trying to kiss Abigail with an intense desire, almost like a wild animal trying to devour its prey. Keith was completely shocked. 'What's happening? Shouldn't Mr. Zane be pushing Abigail away? Why is he hugging and even kissing her?' As Keith was staring, Xander suddenly shot him a glare. It sent shivers down Keith's spine, and he quickly looked away. Abigail was taken aback by Xander's sudden kiss.

" She sighed and rests her head on his shoulders. As their bodies touched, and their eyes locked. They both felt the electricity between them and a moment of silence passed. They stood there, staring into each others eyes, both longing for something more. Suddenly, Hercules leaned in and pressed his lips gently to hers in a sweet and tender kiss. It lasted only a few seconds before they pulled away, blushing and looking down at the ground. Hercules cleared his throat and said, "You should get some rest. Tomorrow will be a big day." Audrey nodded in agreement, her heart still pounding from the kiss.

But Chris quickly withdrew his hand, looking uncomfortable. Anne just smiled and whispered, "Don't worry, Tris will never know." Chris looked at her, still feeling uneasy. "I don't know but Anne—“ Anne's smile grew wider. "I have an idea. We can start with something small." Before Chris could respond, Anne leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Chris was taken aback, but his body soon reacted, and he found himself kissing her back. The kiss grew more passionate and intense, with Chris pushing Anne against the bookshelf behind her. He placed his hands on her waist, while Anne wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“A kiss so good I have no choice but to be persuaded.” Andre exhaled sharply, and the way he looked at her made her stomach tighten. His expression shifted—his usual smirk fading into something deeper, more predatory. He took another step forward, closing the space between them, and Annabelle barely had time to brace herself before he reached for her. The moment their lips met, Annabelle felt everything else fall away.