Chocolate Kisses Movie Novels & Stories

Filled with something unspoken I can feel clawing beneath his skin. Our tongues meet. Twist together in that familiar hunger. He lifts me, pressing me against the wall at an angle. The kiss deepens. Consumes. Drinks me in whole. When we finally break apart, our breaths are ragged. “What… what did you mean, you chose me?” I ask. He grins. My legs are wrapped around his waist, my center pressed deliciously against his abdomen. Silence. “Chase?” I press. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Kitten.” He smiles. Boyishly. Softly. It's cute. “I got you roses and chocolates. They’re on the bed.”

This would be a long day today. It is Saturday and they don't have classes. This is the day of the week when she will be drowned with house chores. Klarisse somehow is obsessed with cleanliness, she doesn't want to see any dust in all places. But given the condition of their house, her efforts of cleaning is futile. Dust seems to settle immediately even after wiping them off. And so, at the end she'll still receive those crispy mouthful of tirade from Klarisse. She wants everything squeky cleaned but leaving all the work to her. How charming, was her resigned thought.

She stood for a few minutes, scrutinized the awesomeness of the environment, then concluded that George must be very wealthy to afford such an exotic place. She smiled then sat on the couch, looked around to search for her date. And when she saw George, standing like a perfect gentleman, her face lightened up as she blushed and became a bit nervous. Then George bowed and lifted her hands and kissed them passionately. “My lady, I’m glad that you came.” He sat down beside her, watching her gracefully as she stared at her nails shyly. “Do you mind soft drinks?” he asked. “No, please. I’m alright.” She snapped and concentrated her gaze on her neatly polished nails.

"But he seemed crooked!" "How come? The chief guard was supposed to be someone else!" I tried hard to recollect if I knew anyone with the name when I was still Anna but I couldn't. "There's definitely a secret between him and Alpha Jake, but I don't care about that, I just want you to be safe." He sighed and paused for a while. "We need eight more kisses to go, that's going to take time." "No, it won't. Before you know it, it will be completed. Is it not just ten?" I blinked my eye with confidence. Alpha Jake had already taken the bait.

He tossed the towel aside, stood up, grabbed her, and pressed their lips together. His lips moved sensually against hers, his warm breath filling her mouth. He explored, nibbled, and gently bit her lower lip before taking her mouth in a passionate kiss. Their tongues met in a fiery embrace. Cherry eagerly responded. Jake pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, his hand pressed against the small of her bare back, groaning as if she were a long-awaited oasis in the desert. Cherry moaned into his mouth, expertly tracing every corner with her tongue. She felt aroused and, most importantly, like herself again. "Did I tell you that you taste like my favorite bubble gum?" she whispered into his mout

“Whatever.” “Rassclaat, but what is not this,” Cassandra stated as she stopped dead in her tracks. (Fuck, you've got to be kidding me). Her eyes bulged out of their sockets as she stared at the scene before her. There at the entrance was Cheryl. She was sitting on her motorcycle with a dark-haired girl coiled around her waist, grinding on her lap. They were kissing the daylights out of each other. “Cherry!” Katherine exclaimed. It wasn't surprising that she was kissing a girl. The world knew Cheryl was a lesbian. It was the fact that Linda, Cheryl's ex-lover, was standing a few feet away bawling her eyes out at the scene.

She would never let me live it down. The smirk that lifted his perfect lips caused my stomach to contract, my nipples to harden. The guy was good. Really good. His warm brown eyes filled with compassion as he reached out and touched the face of the girl who played his fling in the movie. The whole movie theater started to make girlie noises. I wanted to roll my eyes, but didn't want to miss the kiss. "Kiss her," Charlotte whispered and moved to the edge of her seat. I gripped the side of my chair, wanting to move up too, but refusing to play into the hype.

Her voice sounded lazy because it bored her talking with him. He hesitated for a couple of seconds because if he asked her a particular question, she wouldn’t go away until she knew everything, even the tiniest detail. “What does it mean when someone kisses you on the cheek?” he said and drank the bottle of brandy to hide his embarrassment. His ear was turning red just asking that kind of question. “He likes you. Did Yric do that? He’s kind of bold.” She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier.

She pushed the lamb around with her fork, barely tasting the one bite she forced down. Dante ate with precise, unhurried movements. The rhythm of his knife slicing through meat, the deliberate clink of his fork against porcelain, was maddeningly calm. It was as though nothing in the world could disturb him. Finally, his voice broke the silence. “Do you know why I demanded that kiss from you?” Her fork froze midway to her mouth. She set it down carefully, her throat tightening. “Because you enjoy controlling people?” A chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “Control is useful, yes. But a kiss…” He leaned back, his eyes glinting. “A kiss doesn’t lie. Your lips tell me more than your words ever will

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!!