Bad New Kiss Novels & Stories

"And now I regret it, because you are nothing more than an arrogant jerk. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go. This was a bad idea. I'm sorry, it won't happen again." "It's okay, I don't mind. You can use me anytime." He smirk, "Don't hesitate to ask." I make up my face in disgust. "You're disgusting! Just forget I kissed you." I said, before turning away from him completely and walk away. I don't know why I decided to kiss him. God! What was I thinking? Now, I know it was a very bad idea. Shaking all thoughts of Tyler from my head, I left the school and head home.

Kazumis POV My FIRST KISS. My first kiss was stolen by the person I hate the most. AHHHH.. what can be worst than this. It is the worst nightmare a person can even dream about but just look at my misfortune, it was all happening in real life. I don’t know why he kissed me all of a sudden, neither do I wanted to know now. I tried to break free from his hold but no luck. At last, I came up with a idea, and without giving it a second thought, I bit Shaun’s lips and he pulled out from the kiss. The first thought that came in my mind was to punch him hard but when I saw Kiara’s reaction who just witnessed all the shameful acts of Shaun, I controlled my inner self and just ran away but before that

No matter how hater he shows but the warmth of his body and embrace of it always makes me feel safe and give me a promise. I didn't say or do anything. I just continue to keep my posture still while a tornado is running inside me. After a few minutes of holding me in his arms, he said " What happened in the kitchen, the kiss that was the horrible kiss of my life. Your lips just look good in shape but your mouth was breathing like shit even your lips taste horrible. Daily brush your teeth or else no one ever gonna kiss you. Oh, wait a second I think no one ever will do that because who will like to kiss an ugly fatso who smells like shit "

Yeah, I knew that just fine, and don’t I love every aspect of that rule. Justin looked me up and down once again, eyes zeroing in on my lips. I licked my bottom lip in that moment, knowing it was going to distract him a little, and it worked– because he tugged me forward, lowering his mouth towards mine, making my eyes fall close in anticipation as I clutched the material of the dress I had on tightly. I felt his lips hover over mine for a fleeting moment, but instead of finally kissing me, he began to speak. “I don’t think bad girls deserve kisses. If you can’t get my pants open with your teeth like a good girl, why do you think you deserve a kiss from me now?”

She whispers, “Kiss me.” The request punches the air out of my lungs. “Mimi ” “No jokes,” she says quietly. “Just… kiss me.” So I do. Slow at first. Testing. Her lips warm, trembling against mine. Then deeper. Her fingers gripped my shirt tighter. Her breath mixed with mine. This kiss doesn’t feel like our usual “act.” It feels like a beginning. Like something we’ve both been denying for way too long. When we finally break apart, her forehead rests against mine.

“Straight into Jordan’s arms. He promised me Hollywood would beg for me. And it did.” A beat. The desert wind howled outside. Daniel exhaled. “And Charlie?” Luca’s jaw tightened. “Married his appropriate Ivy League girlfriend six months later.” The silence that followed was suffocating. Then— Luca moved. One hand fisted in Daniel’s shirt, yanking him across the console. The kiss was violent—all teeth and desperation, Luca’s other hand tangling in Daniel’s hair to keep him close. Daniel gasped against his mouth. This wasn’t the polished Hollywood prince. This was the real Luca—the one with calloused hands, a bruised ego, and anger that tasted like whiskey.

"What are you doing?" "Sssshhh—" his thumb lands perfectly on my bottom lip, making them shiver. "You better use these pretty lips to moan for me, not to question" My heartbeats increase rapidly. I part my lips to utter something again but get interrupted by his hot mouth crashing over mine. His palms wrap gently around my cheeks to prevent me from moving away from the kiss. He plunges his tongue deep inside my mouth, probing for approval as I part my lips wider to let him in with all my needs. He strokes his tongue into my mouth passionately, giving rise to my longing. The kiss is soft and gentle, unlike all the kisses we shared after meeting for years. I don't know what makes him kiss me s

"I want to kiss you so bad." "Then, what are you waiting for?" Killian bit his bottom lip, looking right into his blue eyes. "Can I?" Eden asked with a gentle voice. "Oh, please just do it," Killian put his arms around Eden's neck and they shared a long and passionate kiss.

"You wanna play the game, you gotta know the rules. A bad kiss kills confidence. So... practice." I stare at him, trying to get the memo. When I get it, I shake my head in disapproval. "Jason, no. Absolutely not." "Why not?" He tilts his head. "You've kissed someone before, right?" "Of course I have," I snap. It's you, dummy. Then I lower my voice. "Kinda," “Ah. So, like, half a kiss? A forehead bump? What?” Does he have to do this? I glare at him. "I hate you,"

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, "