Carnival Kissing Booth Novels & Stories

“Why don't you kiss me again, if I'm close enough to kiss then what's stopping you from going for it.” I smirk, taken aback by her statement. “Well, I can't just kiss a girl without her consent .” “Consent?” she asks, to which I nod. “I consent, you get a free lifelong ticket on this kissing booth, or do you need me to give my written, and not vocal consent?” she pouts, peering at me from under her lashes.

“And if not, that’s okay. I thought there was something going on between us, but, I mean, if you don’t feel what you don’t feel… but then, you mention maybe meeting your family? So now, I am completely confused. Are we just agent and roommate-of-target, or friends, or what?” The screech of tires had her looking over at him as he swiftly took the next exit, traveling down the service road until he found a strip mall parking lot, and turned in to the first empty spot he came to. He shifted the truck into park as she nervously twisted her hands in her lap, looking out the window again. “Hey,” he said softly, and she slowly turned her head to face him. When she did, Larry cupped her face in his

Neil rubbed his hands in excitement and Lara gasped in shock. “Kiss a stranger?” She looked at her friends in much doubt. “Do not be a chicken Lara!” “Go for it!” “Fine!” Lara started to walk towards the entrance of the bar area, and halted looking at it patiently. “Good gracious. I hope it is a guy at least.” She frowned holding the handle of the door. Just then the door opened and a handsome man in a crisp suit, dark eyes and brown hair entered the bar. Without giving it much thought Lara blocked his way, and pulled him closer to her body. She tilted her head and planted a deep and passionate kiss on his lips.

“These aren’t apology flowers, doofus, they’re a bundle full of I-want-you, guilt-trip flowers from a guy who won’t take no for an answer.” “Ooh.” Camille whistled as she winced. “That’s bad.” I had to nod, also cringing in sympathy. “Real bad.” Gabby glanced toward us, nodding as well, only to blink in surprise as she focused on my face. Her scowl faltered, but she couldn’t quite morph it into a smile. “Kaitlynn. Hey. What’re you doing here?” “Longingly gazing at all the pretty flowers,” I answered honestly. Then I motioned to the half-mangled bouquet she’d just banged onto the countertop. “Those are some awesome roses.”

10…I reach out to Ambrose 9…I wrap my hand around his 8…I pull him closer 7…I smile as his hand rests on my waist 6…I wrap my hands around his neck 5…I step closer 4…He pulls me even closer 3…Our lips are nearly touching and we are counting together 2…His arms wrap around my back 1…Our mouths meet in a passionate kiss as the lights flash and we are showered in glitter and balloons While everyone around us shouts… Happy New Year! “Baby, I am so glad to have you on stage with me! The girls and I have a few performances planned to ring in the new year and I need you for the first one!” Candy is dragging the chair, rope and whip in her black and indigo vinyl bodysuit and thigh high boots with a

At the ticket booth, Clair leaned against my shoulder while I paid, then stole one of the paper wristbands before the girl behind the counter could hand it to her properly. “Thank you,” Clair said brightly, as if she had personally made the exchange happen. The girl blinked. “Uh. Sure.” I snorted softly. “What?” Clair asked. “Nothing. You’re impossible.” “And yet adorable.” “I think you’re confused about who gets called adorable here.” She smiled like she’d won something and pulled me through the gate. The carnival was worse once you got inside.

His eyes drew me into him, pulling me into his orbit and making me forget everything else. I thought he was going to kiss me. I stared at his perfect lips and wondering just how amazing it would feel to kiss him. There was a tension forming between us that was threatening to give off sparks if we didn't satisfy it. For one glorious moment in time, I was sure that he was going to lean forward, tip his head, and press his mouth against mine. I knew he would taste better than anything I could imagine and I wanted it. I wanted to kiss him, to touch him, to hear his voice all night long. Just as I was closing my eyes to kiss him, my heart pounding and mouth ready, the elevator doors chimed their

His grin stretched wide as he nodded to himself, completely pleased. “We’re bringing back a classic tonight,” he continued, scanning the crowd. A few people cheered in anticipation and my eyes searched for Kade who I found standing on the opposite side of the crowd. “This is a kissing booth,” Jasper announced, pointing at a booth which was right beside him and he paused for dramatic effect. “We’re all familiar with the game, aren’t we? Well, ours is gonna come with a little twist,” he announced with a mischievous smirk. The cheering rose instantly as some guys whooped in excitement. I crossed my arms and tilted my head, already bracing myself for whatever idea he was about to unleash.

It was like poison bubbling under my skin, and any second now, it was going to blow. 6:02 a.m. My phone buzzed. Caller ID: Lion Dickhead. Of course it was him. I picked up without saying a word. He didn’t deserve a hello. His voice came through smooth and smug. “Revenant. Your ride’s outside. Everyone’s waiting at the Iron Citadel. They’re excited to meet the legend.” Legend, huh? Cute. I smirked coldly, lips pulling back lik,e a wolf about to bite. "They want The Revenant?” I said, voice low.

Cassandra giggled, "You know, that may not be such a bad idea." (•) The car pulled up in front of a long wooden planked boardwalk that ran for miles alongside a white sandy beach. There was a carnival at the end of the boardwalk with tons of rides, the kind with the sparkly, flashing lights, and loud music. There were rows of cheesy games with giant stuffed animals that you weren't supposed to be able to win. Stepping out of the truck, Cassandra could smell the salty ocean air mixed with the wafting aroma of popcorn, and cotton candy.