Avatar Kisses Novels & Stories

I wished I could explain my intentions. The Chairman sighed and walked back to sit in his comfortable chair. “Tell me about your curse,” he smirked leaning back in his chair like he wanted me to amuse him with my story. I clenched my teeth, but figured that it might be the only way to get to those archives. “It's called a kissing spell. It runs in my family. The one that I kiss first becomes my one and only, and I become his.” “So… how did you kiss my Grandson?” he snickered maliciously.

“You know, for something sated out, thanks to a vibrator, you sure do have a lot of energy to talk. Since you're so sure, then let's do this. Remind me later to pass up Iridessa's number, as well as a phone so you'll call her. She and the girls are incredibly good with investigations, and they'll help you find the real culprit in this. As well as the full story of the attack. The actual, uncensored one you weren't told about.” I shook my head. “Typical. You can just pay Iridessa off to pin it on someone else. I know how your mind works. You're not as smooth as you think, Your Majesty,” I snarled, my tone dripping with sarcasm at the title. His lips curled up into a sly smirk. “I sure look fo

They both got a taxi as soon as they got outside the school, “I was only lieing earlier baby because I saw my ex behind you, I wanted him to be jealous, the guy I kissed... he is only but a stranger, I don’t even know his name until you mentioned it in school, you called him Aaron, right? Or something along that line.” Cercei explained to mirabel looking desperately into her eyes. “Wait you kissed someone you don’t know? As in you kissed a stranger at a party?!” Mirabel asked cercei, looking suprised with her eye wide open. “Yes, the second time now!” Cercei replied avoiding mirabel’s judging eyes. “Wow!!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe.

Even through the blurring tears and the shifting lights, I could discern the chiseled perfection of his jawline, the predatory gleam in his dark, evil eyes. Then, he pulled me into a deep, consuming kiss. He suckled my lower lip, a possessive tug, then bit down lightly, a sharp sting that made me gasp. He seized the opportunity, plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring every heated crevice. His kiss was a force of nature, deep and overwhelming, brimming with domination and raw power, stealing my breath, leaving me struggling for air. Yet, he showed no intention of releasing me anytime soon. He gently wiped the tears from my eyes, his touch surprisingly tender, and cupped my face. His fin

The tears in her eyes threaten to flow, but I hold them off when I lean down and kiss her. As I break the kiss, I say, “Baby, I am so sorry. She has nothing on you. Honestly, I don’t know why my body had chosen to betray me. It’s as if she put a spell on me or something and it felt so foreign. I guess I will never understand it. But, please trust me, I will never stray from your arms. Ever.”

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

Atticus said as the scent of Ash wrapped around the smaller Alpha. Atticus stole Harris' heart when their lips pressed together and his tongue dove into Harris' mouth. The larger Alpha passionately kissed Harris, pouring his heart and soul into the kiss as he turned them and pressed Harris into the couch. Atticus took his time with Harris, slowly stripping him of his clothes that separated them before kissing every inch of his body, and then allowing Harris to take him.

Arka crashed his lips onto Bima’s. This wasn't a kiss for a game. This wasn't acting. The second their lips met, Bima felt his entire world crumble. Arka didn't just press his lips against his; he devoured them with a pure, primal hunger. The kiss was wild, deep, and filled with a lethal declaration of ownership. It was as if Arka wanted to prove to everyone in the room that the lips they had seen laughing earlier were his territory alone.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

she teases. Alaric doesn't wait. He leans forward and captures her lips in a kiss. This isn't the "Wolf Kiss" from the garden. This is a promise. It is slow, deep, and full of a hunger that makes Juniper’s toes curl. When he pulls back, his eyes are glowing a soft, vibrant amber. "I have a gift for you," he says.