روايات وقصص ضمن April And Donnie Kiss

the girl replied freely. Woah!!! "Someone's crushing on you" Mavis winked at Dylan and he chuckled. The girl spinned the bottle and it got Leonard. "Dare" Leonard said. "Kiss Elena for four minutes" the girl said and a defeaning silence fell in the room. Donald's eyes widened but Leonard faced Elena immediately. He grabbed her waist and leaned in fast, her eyes widened when he crashed his lips on hers. Woah!!!! Donald's eyes widened again and Madelyn's vein became visible as she watched with red eyes.

I wanted to tell him to go, leave me alone and not touch me but in truth, I needed him to stay, touch, kiss and drive me wild with his cock in my cunt. He leaned in on his knees and started trailing kisses on my neck and landed on my lips. I couldn't hold back the burning need to kiss him and the desire to grab his neck and graze my fingers on his back. The kiss was laced with all the angry emotions I'd felt this evening. "I'm so sorry April if I made you feel bad." He said, breathless. "It's okay Jordan. Just fuck me" "Oh I will April, I will fuck you"

“By the power vested in me, I then declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!” Logan and I gravitate like magnets toward one another's open arms, and our lips meet in a simple act of love. We kiss, starting our new life together in an act of love. I can't think of a better way to begin. Logan's brother Aiden whoops, and Maddy wolf-whistles. Tyler is busy looking everywhere but at the two of us. Someday, he'll kiss a girl like this and not find it quite so intimidating. The thought makes me smile.

I arch up into his broad chest, moaning in contact with body heat against my own. It's strange. I told myself I would keep my distance. Keep me away from him before I regret things, but things happen rapidly. And now, we are kissing. Don's kiss is not all the same as Eddie, but one steep in a passion that ignites. Our kiss tells me how much he wanted me as I to him. I pull away to take a breather before I lose my mind. He pulls me back with fierce, passionate, and demanding, "Claire," he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if you savor them.

The one still dripping with blood from where I'd punched the wall but stopped herself midway, hesitation flickering in her eyes. "We can't do this if you're going to doubt me like this. I am your Luna and I love you very much. I would never betray you. I have told you a thousand times, Duncan." April said, her voice laced with hurt. I opened my mouth to speak when suddenly, a knock on the door caught our attention. Walking to the door, I opened it seeing Damon. His eyes scanned my face before noticing my bloodied hand and looking at April. My patience was already wearing thin.

“To the new Don and Donna of our family.” The applause was scattered, polite, but heavy with tension. He placed the glass down, retook my hand, and guided me off the stage. Music filled the hall once more, breaking the silence. Strippers climbed polished poles in the corners, drawing eager eyes, while waiters weaved between tables with trays of expensive wine. Leonardo led me around the room, making introductions, shaking hands, exchanging smiles that never reached his eyes. By the time we sat at our table, my feet ached and my nerves were frayed.

"Unstable. Knock him out. Let him sleep it off for a few days." "Yes, Donna." *** Leon was out cold for three straight days. When he finally came to, the room was empty. "Anna?" he rasped. Silence. Panic hit fast. He stumbled out, grabbing every soldato in sight. "Where's Anna? Where's my wife?!" One finally answered, backing up from his glare. "Donna Ferrante—no, Donna COSTA... she—she married the Costa Don. Wedding was half an hour ago. St. Mark's Cathedral. They're probably exchanging rings now..."

I had known and accepted that Danny was Donna’s fiancé, but seeing them together like this, their perfect picture sent pain into my heart. And Donna? As she set her eyes on me, a smirk curled on her lips immediately as a mischievous idea seemed to have taken root in her mind. Danny, unaware of my presence, was playing along with Donna and the media with little attention and his expressions stiffened. His body language was reluctant and the paparazzi pushed further while asking for a close-up pose to get something more intimate. Then, without prior warning, Donna turned toward him and before Danny could react, she cupped his face and pressed a kiss on his lips.

“On the lips.” “I would rather kiss a fucking duck, this guy is not even attractive.” “Fuck off mate, girls and guys dig this face.” Edward scowled and I rolled my eyes. “Plus, we’re all straight so kissing on the lips is a no-no.” Raymond said in a girly voice and Edward agreed. “Oh hell no, it’s a dare. It’s either you do that or take off your shirt or pants.” Lianna said out loud and the girls agreed in excitement, except me of course.

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to