Dark Blue Kiss English Translation Novels & Stories

Zeus replied without even glancing at his father. “Lock the door, little boss.” “Aye, big Boss,” Zuhair answered cheerfully with a salute. Dark laughed and left the room. --- “Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up,” Dark whispered as he woke Cassandra. He kissed her face repeatedly. Cassandra only groaned, making Dark swallow hard. He closed his eyes to control himself. “Oh, demon inside me. Control yourself. She is completely sore,” he scolded himself silently. He opened his eyes again and kissed Cassandra deeply, stealing her breath. His plan worked because she started slapping him lightly and moaning against his lips. He bit her lower lip before letting go.

“The prince’s wrath, his coldness—it’s a weight no one should bear. Especially not you.” Serenya’s breath caught, her own eyes filling with tears she fought to hold back. Without warning, Blackthorn’s lips found hers—urgent, fierce, and desperate. The kiss was raw, a collision of pent-up emotion and longing. He poured everything into it—the frustration, the fear, the fierce protectiveness. Serenya responded just as fiercely, wrapping her arms around him as though anchoring herself to his strength. When they finally broke apart, their foreheads rested together, breaths mingling.

But Zachary didn’t stop kissing him even for a second. He kept their mouths fused, kissing slower now but still deep and possessive, hips grinding lazy circles inside as aftershocks rolled through both of them. The cold floor seeped into Ezekiel’s back, his body limp and trembling, the open night air cooling the sweat and cum on his skin but there's no way showing up for the pain passing through every inch of his body. The kiss dragged on, softening, deepening, stealing every last breath until Ezekiel’s head lolled, vision fading to black.

Adrian bellowed as if that was even a bad thing. Blue had marked me as her own. Hallelujah! Maybe I should open that bottle of champagne. "I don't know what gibberish you're talking about. Yes, she said she loved me, and I don't understand how that is even a problem." Adrian yelled something to Blue in a different language sounding like greek. Blue responded with silence. "Do you know what this mark means?" he asked. I shook my head. "I don't care." "I didn't do it on purpose," Blue said finally.

~ KATALEYA ~ The sound of arguing makes me stir. ‘Kiss of darkness…’ Those words echo in my mind, making me feel extremely uneasy. I need to find out what they meant. Truly meant - because that kiss had weakened me… was it literally that? A kiss of darkness? The chill that lingers envelopes me like an illness that no matter how much I try to shake off, it just isn’t leaving. Enrique and Jose… Finally, the voices are recognisable.

He gazed down at her soft, pink lips, his long, thick eyelashes casting shadows over the dark desires in his black eyes. His warm fingertips gently brushed over her soft lips. "Kiss me," he whispered. Kimberly's face burned with embarrassment, hesitating for a long time without moving. He lazily lifted his eyes, seriously locking onto hers. In the depths of his dark eyes, hidden emotions were so intense they left no room for escape. "Kiss me," he repeated, this time with seriousness in his husky voice.

His words were a feral hiss, not for the boardroom or the world, but just for me. I braced a palm on his chest, my voice trembling with forbidden delight. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Damian Blackwood.” He grinned, all teeth and hunger. “No one touches you. No one even looks.” With the blinds still drawn from early morning, he moved in—enough risk to make me shiver. His lips crashed down on mine, hungry and reckless, a kiss that devoured excuses and space. My papers slipped from my hands, fluttering to the carpet as I clung to his shirtfront.

Alexandria His eyes turn from blue to black for a moment and then turn back to his beautiful blue hue, and he leans into me again and kisses me with so much love and passion and he gently lays me down on my back against the blanket and holds himself above me on his elbows, his lips move down to my chin, then he licks along my neck where my mate mark would be, and he whispers once more. “Are you sure?”

The emotion from the man who’s about to consume her, that’s something she’ll never be ready for. So, instead of fighting anything, she arches her back, needing him close. She wants to continue feeling his warmth. Meeting those blue eyes, she whispers the words he wants to hear, “make me forget everything.” It’s then that he steals her breath with a kiss again that not only eliminates her fear, it also consumes her soul. All the good, all the light she had hidden inside, is now only engulfed by the black and red of Noah.