Novel & Cerita Chrismas Kiss

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

The fox will grant you what you’ve been searching As long as you bring something someone else has been missing. Ah, but I digress… This one should let you rest. Just sit back, enjoy the bliss You will experience Here at the inn called Chocolate Kiss!

His chest tightened, his breath caught, and for a heartbeat the world fell away. He didn’t hesitate. His hands cupped Davina’s face, trembling with reverence, and he pulled her close. Their lips met in a kiss that was not just passion, but a vow sealed in fire and forgiveness. It was raw, consuming, tender, and fierce all at once — a kiss that spoke of battles fought, scars carried, and love reborn. It was twelve years of longing, of battles fought, of wounds healed. The hall erupted in applause, but Damon heard nothing. All he felt was Davina — her tears mingling with his, her smile breaking against his lips, her heart beating in rhythm with his own.

He doesn't have to sing for her to know it's Ed Sheeran's 'Kiss me'. It feels more like a Valentine’s present than a Christmas’ present. "When did you even make this?" "After I got to my dorm, the night before we came here. I was going to give you something else, of course, don't think I would purposely ruin your Christmas present a third time." He rushes to explain so she lets him finish, but it is so adorable she jumps at his lap and kisses him right after he stops talking. "This is the sweetest thing ever. Thank you."

Ever. My heart melted when he finally kissed me back, painfully slow, as if he was trying to fight his own instincts and conceal his anger. An arm made its way to my neck, and I followed his movement, holding the back of his neck and savoring his lips. This felt so right. He was being so gentle and slow, as if he was trying to pour all of his hidden feelings into the kiss. I wanted it to last forever, but due to a lack of oxygen, I finally had to pull away.

I tried to assure him. He pulled himself out of the hug, cupped my cheeks, and asked looking into my eyes “Serena if this is the last moment we have, what do you want to do?” “But this is not the last moment…” “I want to kiss you.” He cut me off. “Can I do it?” he licked his lips while keeping his gaze on mine. The way he said ‘Kiss' was enough to make any girl submit to him. I could not say I was an exception as his words aroused my feelings.

I had done a short research on my last challenge and was going to try and win his kiss tonight. His name was Noah Miller. They called him too pure, a romantic who will not kiss without having feelings for the girl. Well, I wasn’t in a mood to do this, but I just wanted to be done with those dates. I loved my fans and I kind of owed them one last story. It was a bittersweet feeling.

Crow whispered against my ear. I turned toward him and smiled. "Merry Christmas." I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. The sounds of laughter, fireworks, and celebration echoed around us, making the moment feel perfect. After the kiss, we rested our foreheads together. "Our first Christmas together," I said softly. Crow smiled. "Are you happy?" I laughed. "Super happy. Everything feels right tonight." I looked into his eyes. "What about you?" His gaze softened. "More than happy."

He's unbelievable. "You just make me love you more.” "Don't be a kid and come hug me!" He gestured me to come to him. "You're marrying this kid asshole!" I hissed and he laughed. I skate towards him. "I love you Chloe.” "I love you too Nicholas Lemiere and.. Merry Christmas." I said as I saw the clock turn to 12. "Merry Christmas too Chloe." He crashed his lips to mine.

It was just fast because I was just flat and he was too tall. "Merry christmas," I hoarse again barely audible to the noise of the fireworks. Her eyes widened. He crouched to give me one, shallow kiss. "Merry christmas," he whispered. "I hope I'm always with you for Christmas ..." I can't help but be carried away by all these emotions. This was supposed to be a happy night. But I don't know if the chest is tight. "You want that?" I nodded weakly. "Then, we'll do that."