Bad New Kiss Novels & Stories

I laughed then make my way to the coach. I didn't know running could lift up your mood. ~~~ I make my way to the entrance after stopping by my locker. Someone block my way and I looked up to see Liam. Guess he wants to hear my answer. "Val," he said softly. "What Liam?" "You're still mad at me, aren't you?" I shrugged then looked away. "I'm not mad but upset. I still can believe you didn't trust me." He sighs then grab my hand. "Val, I'm sorry. I know what I did was wrong and i regret for kissing Bianca rather than believing you. I promise me I won't do it again."

I took my phone from the main table that i didnt know i had left here. I srarted scrolling throuh my instagram. "Why is life so boring?" I asked Blake, still looking at my phone. "Kiss me, it would turn better." He said. I gasped and looked at him. He was looking at me, smirking. I smirked back. "Yeah sure. We should have sex too. Just inform me which position. Missionary or doggy style." I joked and took a sip of water from the bottle he had brought earlier.

I keep walking, my feet stepping on stones, on branches, and everything there is on the bottom, and soon, I’m right behind him. I wrap my hands around his torso and lean my forehead on his back. It’s quiet, the only sound is the wind touching the water and our breathing. “You're a fucking liar, McDavid. “I whisper, “It's damn cold. “ “Yeah?” He says and still doesn't move. I stand on my toes, my feet digging in the mud on the bottom. “Yes,” I say quietly and kiss his neck. And then Kyle turns around, confusion is written all over his face.

Maybe it was the whiskey, or the exhaustion, or the way he said it — like he meant me, not the mission. Before I could think twice, I whispered, “Kael.” He turned his head, eyes dark and steady. “Yeah?” I didn’t answer. Just leaned in, slow, searching, until our lips met. The kiss wasn’t soft. It was everything we’d been holding back — fierce, aching, real. The storm outside had ended, but inside me, it was just beginning. When we finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against mine, our breaths tangled. “Bad idea,” he murmured.

“What do you think I did? I said yes, obviously. He’s my boyfriend.” Isla leaned against the counter, grinning. “Okay, so what was it like? Was it, like, fireworks? Did it make your knees weak? Come on, girl, give me the details!” Sade rolled her eyes, laughing as she pulled on her pajama top. “It wasn’t like that. It wasn’t, you know, one of those dramatic, tongue-everywhere kind of kisses. It was sweet. Innocent. Cute.” Isla tilted her head, looking skeptical. “Wait a minute. If the kiss was so damn innocent, then what’s the big deal?”

“If you tell anyone that I kissed you, I’ll make your life miserable in school. Got it?” Halsey lowers her head and mumbles something. “The f*ck did you say?” Nathan scowls. “Speak up, would ya?” “That…was my first kiss…” Halsey mumbles in shame. She imagined her first kiss to be with someone she loved. In her mind, she wanted her first kiss as something special and sweet. The man who’ll kiss her will be the man she’ll be deeply in love with. Now, her first kiss has been cheapened by the notorious bad boy of the school. Every time she will think back to this moment, she will only feel shame and ridicule.

Dedicated to @yu-tanit. "By the power invested in me," the minister began as he looked at the couple standing before him and all the people whom had come to witness and celebrate this day with them, "I announce you man and wife," he smiled at them, "you may now kiss the bride." Everyone got on their feet to cheer them. "Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her..." everybody cheered bringing Chris back to reality. This was it. He was finished as long as he lived. During the whole wedding, all he did was to zone in and out and most of the time he zoned out.

A new fracture. The kiss had been a mistake. A beautiful, necessary one.

they aren’t words of reaffirmation, whispered with so much contempt and anger but I still feel butterflies. “That is your problem,” my lips finally moved and I mentally high five myself for that retort. Zade scoffs before lifting his head from my chest, a complaint rises from my throat but it doesn’t make it to my lips when I see his darkened eyes swirling with so much need and desire. “I’m about to make it yours.” He doesn’t give me the chance to ask what that means before claiming my lips in a bruising kiss. The kiss is not soft or patient, nothing like I have heard about or read in books. The tension from the past few days explodes with his mouth touching mine, his tongue twining with min

“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.