April And Donnie Kiss Novels & Stories

"Drink, yeah. Why not?" "I thought you have to get up early tomorrow." Kyle unlocks the car and gets in. "Oh, I'm suspended." "Kyle!" "Come on, we'll figure it out, right?" I close my eyes and take a long breath "I'm in love with a psychopath." Then I hear movement, and the next thing I know is Kyle is kissing me right then and there. "You never said you were in love with me before." He smiles and kisses me again. *** Eva "Hey, what's up?" I pick my phone up and Chis showers me with a million words a minute.

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "

Wiping her tears away, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. This time, he didn't pull away. I watched as their lips locked in a fervent kiss, silently counting down in my head. Raymond had always been an aggressive kisser. He liked trapping his partner in his arms, forcing their jaws slack then driving his tongue in deep. He wouldn't stop until it felt like he'd drained the last bit of air from their lungs. When they finally broke apart, panting, I opened the door.

He lingered a second too long, his thumb grazing her cheekbone, and that was all it took—her control, his restraint—gone. Damon leaned in, slow, deliberate, giving her every chance to pull away. She didn’t. Couldn’t. His mouth met hers, not with the violence she expected, but with a careful hunger that shattered her from the inside out. The kiss wasn’t deep, not yet—it was a claim, a test, a question all at once. Ava’s fingers curled into fists at her sides. She should push him away. She didn’t. Instead, she leaned in—just enough to answer him back.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

He was taller, I had to rise on tiptoe in my satin heels, veil tumbling back as I pulled. He let me. His head lowered the last inch, breath fanning my lips, giving me one heartbeat to change my mind,to step away. I crushed my lips against his desperation, pulling in His hands were on me instantly–one fisting in the lace at my lower back, the other plunging into my carefully pinned hair, ruining the style as he angled my head exactly how he wanted. He groaned into my mouth, a sound so hungry it vibrated straight to my clit. I kissed him like I was starving. Like I’d been starving for months and only just realized it. My tongue met his and he took over, licking into me, deep and filthy, the ki

After I recovered, he confessed to me, blushing, that it was love at first sight. My father looked down on his background. However, because I loved him, I hid my identity and married him. For six years, I stood by his side. I bled for him. I took blades for him. I used my family's power to eliminate his enemies and pushed him, step by step, into the position of Don. The man who was ruthless to others would restrain all his violence in front of me and treat me like something precious. I once casually said I liked limited-edition dolls. The next day, he acquired the company and built a private production line for me.

He is kissing me. But then he doesn't stay gentle. Grabbing my neck, he pulls me closer. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and I can't help but moan. I kiss him back, trying to meet his pace. His hand tangles in my hair as his other arm wraps around my waist, pulling me against him. His kiss is angry and hungry and full of grief. I kiss him back with the same anger. The same hunger. The same grief that has been living inside me for six years.

The pain in my head was so intense it felt as though it might tear me apart. But I clenched my teeth and kept the smile on my face. I didn't want my final day to leave them with a memory of pain. At last, my mother placed my hand into Julian's. His grip tightened around mine. His hand was slick with sweat. “Suzy, you're here.” “I’m here.” I looked at him. The officiant opened the Bible and began reciting the vows. “Julian Cooper, do you take Suzy Smith to be your lawful wife?

Not wanting to unplug anything, I sit down and hold her hand. I just sit there for a few minutes not knowing what to do and then I remembered a movie where someone was in a coma and their true love kissed them on the lips. After they did that and called their name, the love interest woke up. Thinking it corny at first, I decided not to do it, but then realizing that the nurse was due to come in any minute to kick me out, I stand up and give it a shot.