Chef's Kiss Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Cassian smirked at his handiwork, the three of them marked, limping, bonded in shared ruin, empire business fueling filthy pleasure. ‎Mid-bite, Cassian's hand snaked under the counter, groping Nagur's plump ass cheek through the sweatpants, fingers digging deep into the firm muscle, kneading the tender flesh. Nagur froze, fork halfway to mouth, then turned with heat blazing in his dark eyes. Without a word, he leaned in, crashing their mouths together in a hungry kiss, tongues tangling sloppy over bacon grease and coffee bitterness, teeth nipping lips till copper taste filled their mouth. Cassian growled into it, hand slipping inside the pants to probe that wrecked hole, two fingers plunging

sh‍e⁠ whis⁠pered. That was all⁠ the invi‍tation he needed.⁠ He kissed her, right there in the kitchen, with the di‍shes ha‍lf-washed and the scent of garlic and wine in t‌he air. This kiss was different again—not a battle, not a negotiation, but a claiming. A seal on the‌ir new,‍ precarious pea‌ce.

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”

He kissed my forehead then Alexander’s as if conferring a blessing upon us both. “Breakfast first " he announced. "After that we discuss apocalypses. Not until, after coffee.” We dined at the central table (the one that wobbles and Javier won’t repair because "it reminds us to stay humble”). Plates heaped with food: eggs paired with pernil, maduros oozing butter tostones crisp to snap teeth. Marco swiped half my bacon. Escaped unchallenged since he appeared exhausted, from sleepless nights. Rosa kept casting looks my way until I nudged her beneath the table and silently signaled I’m fine. Lila filled everyones cups with coffee using her hand, calm and consistent just like she did when loadin

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Izzy was the one who dictated the pace, and when she decided to end the kiss, it left me thirsting for more, craving her every second. "What now? "I gasped, inhaling the scent of her neck. "Now we have brunch to prepare, Bergqvist "she sighed as I nibbled on her skin. "Yes, we do. "I hope you know that I'm resuming my position as chef," she whispered in my ear, almost driving me to the brink of insanity. "Of course you are "I took a deep breath. ""That's not the right answer, Gustaf," Izzy pointed out, running the tip of her finger up the back of my neck, gently scratching the sensitive skin.

I looked up to see my mum chewing with her eyes closed, and my stomach groaned wanting to take a bite. I took a mouthful and almost moaned out loud too, this is so good. "This chef is good, I have tasted a lot of salads but this is just different," My mum said sipping her wine as I nodded. "Would you like to have anything else?" Noah suddenly asked and I looked up at him. "Yes, Get me the chef" My Mum replied taking another mouthful Noah had a shocked look on his face and that made me frown in suspicion. "The chef called in sick this morning..." He started to say but my mum raised her hands silencing him as he gulped loudly in fear and I almost burst into laughter, to others my Mum can be ve

I hadn’t expected that, so I jerked back in surprise, but then stilled when I felt the soft brush of her lips against my cheek. “Sorry, I didn’t expect that,” I said dryly, leaning over to give her the same treatment. She beamed at me. “It’s okay. I just—” Her smile was infectious. “Well, I wanted to give you a proper greeting.” I knew my eyebrows had to be kissing my hairline at that. “Any reason in particular?” Her smile morphed into a grin. “For daring not to go to confession.” Ah. I rolled my eyes. “Aidan Sr. nearly had a conniption, didn’t he?” Things had derailed after the homophobic prick thing, that was for sure.

"Instead you chose another, far deadlier path. You stole my entire existence and ran like a fucking thief in the night. For that you will pay." Before I can respond he takes my lips with his in a brutal kiss. This is not a kiss of passion or love, this is a kiss of pain and revenge, of a man who thinks he has been wronged. This is the worst kiss of my life. He seeks entrance with his tongue and I refuse him. He releases one of my wrists, reaches up and grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open. One of my lips grinds against a tooth, cutting. Blood fills my mouth and I cry out, but the sound is swallowed by his vicious kiss.

He gripped my chin pulling me up from the floor "You let go so quickly. I have to reward you" he said "Ah you wanted a kiss." he scoffed "how silly of me to forget but anyway we don't want to leave you with nothing. I’m a gentleman who keeps his word, so here you go" he kissed me on my forehead softly. His lips felt cold, like the kiss of death. I clenched my fists. Sadistic Bastard!!