Betrayal Kiss Novels & Stories

"Claudia! Your husband just called me. He said he'd kill me if I didn't tell him where you were. That man is deranged, I tell you! "No matter what he says, don't believe him. Who knows what Henry might do?" Susan, fearing that Claudia would find out she had betrayed her, quickly lied. Claudia, who had just been ready to leave with me, took a step forward and slapped me across the face. "Get lost! The farther, the better! I won't believe a single word you say!"

He wouldn’t betray me. But then who? My mind races, replaying every interaction, every word spoken. It might be anyone. And that’s what terrifies me the most. The concept that someone we’ve trusted, someone who has been with us through everything, could be the one tearing us apart from the inside. The treachery feels too close, too personal, and it left me reeling. Marco’s voice cuts through the silence, strong and decisive. "We’re going to find out who it is," he continues, his tone dangerously calm. "And when we do, they’ll regret ever crossing me."

"Zainab I'm sorry for everything. I don't think you really know how I feel or how I desperately need your forgiveness. I love you so freaking much that it hurts. If there's anything I could do..." "There's something that you could do for me right now." "Just mention it." "Embrace me." And he did embraced her in the dark, in the middle of the sea full of candles. He did embraced her under the light of a thousand stars. He did embraced her because he desperately wanted to. He did embraced her because it's halal. They're halal And he embraced her because they are meant to be even after he Betrayed her. *****

I said, hearing the quiver in my voice and hating it. “Desi,” he said, but I opened the door and got out. “I mean it. I’m persistent.” I shook my head at him. “It doesn’t matter.” “It does matter. This will not be the last time I kiss you, Desirée de Léon. I promise you it won’t!” “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Good Night, Daniel Mason, the praetor’s second,” I told him and went inside. Tears stung my eyes. This had all been a horrible mistake.

He said and I just close my eyes when he leans closer and invades my lips with all care. It was gentle with much love and sincerity. Can I trust Kent again? Will, he betrayed me again? I didn't want to think about him this way. I know he won't betray me again. His kiss became rough that I wince when he harshly bit my lower lip. I was stunned and pushed him away from me. I saw blood in my fingers when I touch my lips. "You're not like this! You hurt me!" I told him and he came closer to comfort and apologize to me.

Vincent laugh and his voice was cold and deadly, “You’ll regret this.” Isabella’s eyes fill with anger and hatred. “I’m already regretting.” His lips once again crashed down on Isabella’s, his kiss was passionate and demanding. Isabella tried to resist, but Vincent’s touch was like a flame that ignited her very soul. She forgot all the betrayal all her pain just by his touch she melted and kissed her back. **** Her eyes slowly open, and she saw Vincent sleeping beside her. His eyes were closed; she felt his hand on her waist, she look down to his hand, which was wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

"You won't. Because you want blood as much as I do. And because, despite that badge in your pocket, you’re already falling for the girl in the cage." She stood on her tiptoes, her lips inches from his. For a moment, the professional facade Dante had built for a decade cracked. The scent of sandalwood and danger was intoxicating. He should have pushed her away. He should have handcuffed her and called for backup. Instead, his hand found the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. The kiss was not an act of love; it was a collision of two broken people, desperate for something real in a world built on lies. It tasted of salt and secrets. It was a Judas kiss—a seal of a betrayal that

"And I'm glad to be that person, I love you Liam and I want to be with you for eternity ." Just like a dream or a bad movie, I watched as my mate, the one true love, lowered his head and kissed Sophia. It was not a tender kiss. It was the kind of passionate intense kiss I had once hoped he had given to me.Those kind of kiss that leaves one squirming for more. As I watched them, my nails dug into my palms, the betrayal going deeper than I had imagined. Sophia laughed quietly as they finally parted, her fingers tracing a line across her firm breasts.

His lips came down like a warplane, crashing into hers. The kiss was war-heat, brutality, victory. She hated how she dissolved into it. How his hands mapped every contour like they belonged to him. How her body betrayed her leaning towards him. But she shoved him away. "You can't kiss betrayal away." His expression dropped. "No. But I can burn all of the lies to ash so that what remains is us." She glared, trembling, her guard crumbling. "I have no clue who I am when I'm around you."

he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips, “we play our own game.” He pulled her closer, his other hand sliding around her waist, pressing her flush against his hard body. The trophy, still clutched in her hand, clattered to the floor, forgotten. The scent of her perfume, ‘Rebecca,’ mingled with his cologne, a volatile, intoxicating blend. His lips descended, claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss that was both punishment and promise. It was a kiss of anger, of betrayal, of raw, undeniable desire. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body, traitorous and alive, responded with a primal ache. The devil who was never meant to love had just shown her his true colors, and in that moment, sh