Chef's Kiss Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Drew facepalmed. "Parce que tu és le seul fantome que je connaisse qui soit un chef (Because you're the only ghost whom I know is a chef)" Calvin replied. “Wrong, Mason is also a chef. Why not ask him to prepare a dish for you?“ “Nope, I'll pass. I like to have my head intact even as a ghost," Calvin pouted "How are you even sure she has all the ingredients needed for preparing a Coq Au Vin Blanc?“

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.

It didn’t take long before entrepreneurs and investors flocked the island to build posh resorts. Chocolate Kiss Inn is located on the eastern, more traditional side of the island, which forms a huge contrast to the high-rise buildings in the more modern downtown area on the west side. The inn claims to have a history that dates back to almost 300 years ago. It started as a tavern, but eventually changed into a cafe, then expanded to an inn.

Closed the space between them until their breath mingled and the bond howled under his skin. He tilted her chin up. Her eyes narrowed, part hatred, part challenge. “You sure?” he murmured, only for her to hear. She swallowed. “Make it look real.” So he did. He kissed her. But not like in the dream. This was raw. Open-mouthed. Devouring. Their bodies locked together with a force that burned through the falsehood. She tasted like smoke and rain. Her hands fisted in his shirt, and a low, desperate sound escaped her throat, a growl neither of them expected.

Zefki focused on Raceh's lips, finding them irresistibly appealing, and he felt compelled to taste them. Without hesitation, Zefki seized Raceh's chin and quickly kissed and devoured the lush lips of the woman who had just become his wife. The lips tasted as sweet as cherries. Raceh was taken aback by Zefki's sudden attack, remaining silent. However, her hands gripped her husband's arms tightly, allowing Zefki to kiss her lips. Raceh appeared stiff, as she had never experienced such a thing before. Zefki was the first man to touch her lips.

This guy, he was just teasing me and humoring himself all this time while I had been exhibiting my wild animal traits and making a huge joke out of myself. His grip fastens, beckoning me for a response to which I indent my frown, “You keep doing things to your convenience while I’m left running-” A subtle cushiony collision against my lips has me drinking back my retort with a shudder. Ha, geez, I think I’m growing a sweet tooth for this. Shamelessly, I throw my arms around his shoulders as Vyin tilts his head to deepen the shushing, feet-sweeping kiss.

They both got a taxi as soon as they got outside the school, “I was only lieing earlier baby because I saw my ex behind you, I wanted him to be jealous, the guy I kissed... he is only but a stranger, I don’t even know his name until you mentioned it in school, you called him Aaron, right? Or something along that line.” Cercei explained to mirabel looking desperately into her eyes. “Wait you kissed someone you don’t know? As in you kissed a stranger at a party?!” Mirabel asked cercei, looking suprised with her eye wide open. “Yes, the second time now!” Cercei replied avoiding mirabel’s judging eyes. “Wow!!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe.

Ash lifted me onto the prep table in one smooth motion, stepped between my thighs, and kissed me like he was still calling tickets and I was the only order that mattered. My apron hit the floor. His coat followed. I yanked his undershirt up and off; he had my shirt unbuttoned and shoved down my arms before I could catch my breath. The sports bra I wore underneath was pushed up roughly. His mouth closed over one nipple, then the other, teeth scraping just enough to make me gasp. I could feel how hard he was through the double layers of our chef pants. “Ash…” “Tell me to stop and I will.” His voice was rough against my skin. “But you won’t.”

She turned to him, wondering, and without saying a word, he kissed her. Khali's eyes widened when Rye suddenly kissed her. He licked her lower lip as if to remove the trace of cheese there. She just moaned silently. How he kisses her is like licking chocolate off her lips and loving the softness of her lips. It's so addictive, and it had to be more than that. He wants to devour her lips and explore every inch of her mouth with his tongue. He couldn't help but suck and bite her lower lip before pulling off. Khali is staring at him, shocked at what he did.

Chapter Two The Kitchen Is Closed—You’re Not Drake’s mouth was still wet from him. Emery could taste himself in the kiss when the chef pressed him back against the walk-in cooler and kissed him hard—hungry, unapologetic, tongue sweeping deep like he needed to mark the moment. Like he wanted to own it. Emery shoved him back, breath ragged. “Is this how you win over your critics?” Drake’s laugh was low, chest-deep, like smoke in a dark room. “I don’t want to win you.”