Carnival Kissing Booth Novels & Stories

Ugh, I could smack that smug look on his face. I scan the carnival, heart hammering. I need one more actor. Just one more to cement this lie, to really sell the whole “we’re totally in love and not just two ticking time bombs walking hand in hand.” Then I see her. Blonde. Petite. Way too much pink lipstick and nails long enough to stab someone with. She’s working the ticket booth just past the game stalls, fake lashes batting at every man within breathing distance. Okay, I’m sure the Imperial Beta really picked the actors himself. That pervert.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

You enter the cafeteria, grabbing the quickest lunch you can find you funnel to a table, not too secluded but decently far away from the jocks, Ella joins you at the table. "Are you and Zack going to the carnival?" Ella asks. "I didn't even know there was one." You look shocked. "Yeah, it's a fundraiser, it isn't for a couple of weeks, but the cheer squad do a kissing booth, so you'll wanna watch your man." Ella laughs. "I'll bear that in mind." You laugh back. "He's stupid if he cheats, you're stunning." Ella grins at you. "Same to you." You blush at Ella's compliment.

And he felt his wish was finally fulfilled, although he hopes it wasn't the last. "Let me tell you a secret about this kiss," Boaz was still drunk in ecstasy as he whispered to her. Nina felt tickled by his lips too close to her ears, adding to the fact that she was also feeling hot and intensely aroused. She curled her neck. Boaz was still blindfolded. "That was called a snowball kiss. One comes in the mouth, then we kiss and get to share our tastes. I have longed to do that, but I have never found anyone to do it with until today. Until you." He was breathless as he tried to explain himself so intently. Because what he was going to say next was eating his whole being in excitement already.

I had to do this. So I swallowed my pride and my dignity and continue to kiss the one person I didn't expect to kiss. The Player of Preston High.

He flashes me a grin as we make our way away from them and into the indoor portion of the carnival complex. After taking a short break to look at the various booths, we go for a stroll, grab some popcorn, and continue our tour. Nothing is ever purchased on our part. Since we do not consider it beneath us to participate in games such as ring toss or balloon popping, we decided to make it a competition to see who could come out on top. The person who came in second place was required to purchase the person who came in first place a large size of their preferred beverage as well as a stuffed animal for them. However, he prevailed over me in the balloon popping competition. We decided to call it

She said, a little louder than her typical self. I paused. I’ve not been to Guts Island before, so I know nothing about the so-called Xavier Party. “Xavier party?”. I posed, hoping she would discern the confusion in my voice. “Yes, it’s a vagina party held in Xavier Le Premiere square, once every year. I’m buying tickets for you and I”. she said. “Okay”. I said, not minding that it was worth haggling over. Vagina parties are weird parties, because during such parties, the bathrooms were frequently raided by dicks that had found pussies to punch.

Rylee said as he walked off. “Roll up. Roll up. The kissing booth is open. Fancy kissing a beautiful girl, young man?” Billy Bob yells, trying to drum up some business. “20 minutes, then free rides and food,” Lacie says giddily before stepping up when it’s her turn. I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s so un-alpha-like. But I wouldn’t be an Alpha right now if it weren’t for my dad’s stupid attitude. I replaced Lacie after 20 minutes. I stood there blindfolded. A hand touched mine. I knew I was going to kiss someone.

"Enough. I'll have her released before my birthday banquet tomorrow. As long as she learns her lesson and apologizes to Belinda, I'll let this go." Checking his pocket watch, Connor dismissed Duncan and turned to welcome Belinda Carter, who had just returned from seeing the witch doctor, Tamara Howe. "Dr. Howe, how is Belinda?" he asked. Tamara's fingers curled around the gold coins Belinda had slipped her, her lips twisting into a satisfied smile. Belinda coughed weakly, her frail body sinking into Connor's embrace. "Alpha, I feel much better. You don't have to bear Luna's fault."

I wished I could explain my intentions. The Chairman sighed and walked back to sit in his comfortable chair. “Tell me about your curse,” he smirked leaning back in his chair like he wanted me to amuse him with my story. I clenched my teeth, but figured that it might be the only way to get to those archives. “It's called a kissing spell. It runs in my family. The one that I kiss first becomes my one and only, and I become his.” “So… how did you kiss my Grandson?” he snickered maliciously.