Betrayal Kiss Novels & Stories

She let out a deep breath before getting close to Aaron, an air filled with unspoken emotions in her eyes as she leaned against the passenger seat. She inhaled his familiar perfume after a long time, her gaze fixed on Aaron's sleeping face. Her heart started to beat faster, and a wave of nervousness overtook her. Why did he look so handsome today? she wondered, observing him closely in the dim light. Her eyes drifted to his cupid, pink lips. She leaned closer to his jaw, her warm exhale ghosting his face and stopping it. Eve... what the hell are you doing? A sudden voice rang in her mind like a warning. He kissed you accidentally, he is not in love.... He loves Zoey. You can't betray your be

he stammered. “You can. And you will,” I said, my voice dropping to a cold, flat whisper. My look said, Try me. I dare you. “Do this one little thing for me, and "I'll reward you" when you come home.” I gave him a hard, possessive kiss before standing up. “I’ll be waiting in the VIP suite. Don’t keep me waiting.” I laughed, a sharp, cruel sound, and walked out, leaving him to drown in his fear.

She pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him, her face soft, a small, chilling smile on her lips that sent a fresh wave of nausea through me. Then with the highest of it all, she did the ultimate betrayal. She kissed him. Planted a kiss right on his lips while the touching of their mouths felt so intimate and in a more sickening way. A soft, deliberate kiss, a shared secret made brutally, terrifyingly open in the blood-soaked room. A revelation that ripped through the last fragile threads of my understanding, tearing my reality into a million jagged pieces. The conspiracy. The horrifying alliance. They were together. Working together.

“Do you understand what it feels like to have someone you trusted completely betray you? To know that they didn’t just fail—they turned their back on everything you built together? Not just that, but with your arch enemy?” The question cut deep, and I hesitated, memories of not too long events flashing through my mind. Starting from my sister's betrayal and others. Did I understand? The kiss with Damon at the market resurfaced in my thoughts, and I felt deeply guilty. “I don’t know,” I admitted quietly, looking down. “Maybe I don’t fully understand, but I know how much trust means to you, and I can see how much this has hurt you.” Kane’s face softened slightly.

She pushed him off at the same minute he broke the kiss. What the fuck? She scrambled to her feet, her thoughts in disarray. She had just kissed the best friend of her best friend's arch rival. Now, isn't this betrayal in it's utmost form. She was no different from Michelle. She'd broken Jade's trust in less than a minute. She'd kiss a guy she doesn't even talk to on a normal day in less than 2 minutes of being in a enclosed place with him.

Because no matter how close he pulled me. No matter how hard he kissed me, how desperately he tried to take back every second we had lost. It would never erase the pain. It would never undo the betrayal. That was why my tears slipped free. He felt them the moment they hit his skin. The moment the salt mixed with our kiss, the moment my body shook from something other than just need. And Travis Cole who never stopped, never backed down, never let go of something once he had itfroze. His breath shuddered against my lips.

With a sudden, violent motion, she swept it off the nightstand. The glass shattered against the stone floor, the liquid spilling out like wasted light. Dante let out a guttural sound, a mixture of triumph and agony. He crushed his mouth against hers, a kiss that tasted of finality and fire. This was the "Intimate Love Romance" at its most visceral—a communion of the damned. He didn't make love to her; he reclaimed her. He used the "Body Betrayal" as a conduit, forcing her to acknowledge that her choice was permanent.

When he looked back at me, it seemed like he was trying to regain his composure as well, just as badly as I was. I was panting heavily, but so was Caleb, and when he tried to step towards me, I stepped back, as far away from him as the door behind me would allow me to go. Betrayal was heavy in my gut, and I was still trying to process my thoughts, but one thing was crystal clear to me. “That was my first kiss.” I whispered to him, feeling hurt and betrayed. “You took my first kiss!” “What?” Caleb looked at me with wide eyes, probably understanding the situation, but it was too late. “Aurora, I-”

Beck had known me for ten years. He understood better than anyone how deeply I hated betrayal. Tears instantly filled his eyes. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees before me. He took my hand and pressed it against his cheek. "Maren, I lost my way for a moment. You can yell at me, hit me—do whatever you need—but please believe me when I say you're the only one I've ever truly loved…" When I remained silent, he swallowed his pain and started slapping himself repeatedly. His face soon became swollen and bruised.

I showed kindness and I treated her like a friend but it seems like she misinterpreted all of those actions. “I’m sorry…” I replied. “Oh! I know why you’re still hesitating, maybe a kiss or sex? I can give you that, just give me a second chance.” “No, Sara—” “No, I should just do it myself.” I was about to push her away but then she forcefully grabbed my collar and kissed me right on my lips… Feeling her soft lips, Kayla’s face flashed into my mind and I felt like… I betrayed her.