Astoria: Fate's Kiss Novels & Stories

I hadn't felt this intense pressure from her. Instinctively, I caressed Elena's face, which was warm to my touch. She shivered, but her gaze didn't waver from mine. Something snapped inside of me and I let out a low growl. I dip my head down, taking her lips in a sizzling kiss. She stifled at the abruptness, but kissed back as I teased her lower lips. I let out a growl again, shoving her to the door. Elena winced at the impact, yet she didn't break away. All sense of reasoning left me as I tugged the dress over her head.

Tessa said, proposing a toast. “Thanks, Tess. I know. And I am here for you. No matter what.” Rosaline echoed. “That’s enough of the serious stuff. Ash, what’s up between you and Felix?” Tessa asked. “We kind of kissed when we were drunk.” Asteria started blushing. “So, what was it like?” Rosaline teased her. “I don’t remember exactly. It seemed to stink of alcohol. It’s awkward. That was my first and only kiss.” Asteria said helplessly.

The soft consistent murmur of a neighborhood that knew whose loyalty it owed. Brooklyn breathing easy. I spun within his embrace pressed an profound kiss savoring champagne, salt and eternity. “We accomplished it " I whispered against his lips. He grinned, the one that continued to make my knees tremble. “No. We’re only beginning.” Beneath us the neon sign of La Isla Dorada flickered on (yellow bold indomitable). In some place far below the roads the final crimson thread rose through a grate formed a flawless knot and vanished into the morning light.

I planted another kiss on her lips, “You look stunning, babe.” Dragging my lips away from hers, I made my way down the length of her neck. “Too bad I'm going to be ripping it all off you, soon.” I whispered, chuckling when she groaned and pushed me away. “You're not ruining this dress, Brian." She warned playfully, reaching for a bowl of pasta. “And there'll be no action until dinner is over, capische?” I smirked and nodded compliantly, reaching for plates. We then headed to the living room.

It was like he was proving himself that he can kiss someone who isn't his ex. Anbu was trying to match with his fast phase, but he was dominating her in the kiss. her plumpy lips were feeling so good against his lips. Anbu held his shirt colour and tilted her head for a comfortable position. Rishi's one hand was on her waist and another was on her neck. Anbu's stomach was filled with butterflies when he showed his tongue inside her mouth. Anbu mounted the kiss, while Rishi sucked her lower lips. He was totally enjoying the kiss. The closeness with her was living heaven. His mouth tasted like it meant, she liked it tho.

With a grace I had never seen before in her, she got up to her full height. My eyes widened as Asteria flopped down onto the thigh of the man. He moved his hand around her belly in a possessive grip and I took in his long, sharp nails. They were not like my claws at all. They were just black, long, and sharp nails. Asteria turned her face toward him and locked her lips over his. As they both indulged in a deep kiss, it finally basked on me. What the fuck? Asteria was head over heels for this man and he too seemed to be in love with her.

Anastasia angrily picked up a piece of mirror from the nearby table and thrust it towards me, saying, " if there's anyone who's should be disappointed, then it should be me Golem .Well, see for yourself, Who's lipstick is that ,did you go for a funeral service or a kissing booth?. Hun tell me." I swallowed hard as my eyes fell on the lipstick print on my cheek. Must have been when isadora kissed me goodbye.I knew I had been cornered, but I hadn't done anything wrong. Anastasia knew better that I was destined to find my mate sooner or later before she got involved with me. We had spoken about this so many times, and I always made it clear, we agreed to be together since neither of us had foun

“What can you tell us about Atropos?” I prompt. Well, she is usually considered to be the oldest of the fates. I’m not sure how anyone would know that kind of thing, but that’s what the stories I was told said. It doesn’t really matter anyway. So, as I said, Atropos is the fate who controls the manner in which someone dies and cuts the string that represents their lifespan. Basically if our fates represent the beginning and middle of life, Atropos represents the ending. I don’t really know exactly what abilities your Kiara has but it probably involves knowing how people will die. Maybe when? You would really need to ask her for the specifics.” Collin suggests. I tense up. I was so interested

{Third person's pov} Alan wasted no time, his grip tightened, pulling her flush against him. The kiss was rough at first, fueled by frustration and something else he couldn't quite name. But when she gasped in surprise, he softened slightly, just enough to let his thumb brush along her cheekbone as if to say, "You asked for this." He broke the kiss only when he needed air, "There," he muttered gruffly against her lips. "That's better than cigarettes."