Novel & Cerita Dawn Lab Kiss Of Fate

I said my eyes shifting to his lips The elevator doors chimed and opened slowly, and then he released me slowly “Until next time” he said, stepping out I stood frozen long after he left, trying to understand what just happened. ….. I grabbed my coffee and headed back to my office My phone buzzed Dawn: Are you free now? I’m coming for some hot gossip. Me: eye rolls… during work hours? Dawn: pfft who cares, we are juniors now. Not more than 5mins Dawn was in my office with a box of cookies, she knows my weakness, and came prepared

Knowing she's inside, Dior knew Farrah would be suffocated if she remains longer in there, and he doesn't want that to happen so he can only risk it. He used 1/4 of his energy, bursting the vines all the once. Farrah fell when the vines disappeared, and Dior catched her before she falls on the floor. “...Ugh, w-what happened?” She groggily asked, slowly opening her eyes. “You almost got killed.” Dior kissed her forehead in distress. “Fortunately, you're okay now.” The zombie was weak, but its unknown ability is troublesome. Hopefully, none of those people noticed the small amount of energy he released.

“Because I don't want to wait anymore. I'm done waiting. I needed to kiss you, at least once.” “Just once?” My heart stalled a little. I wanted to kiss him far more than just once. Billions of kisses wouldn't be enough. “At least once,” he clarified, bending his head to mine again. “But I'm not sure that even a million would satisfy me now.” “Ms. Page!” An urgent cry came as the door opened and interrupted my perfect night. Standing in the doorway was the party coordinator, looking incredibly flustered. Her hair was mussed and her cheeks red.

Daisy’s Pov ​The moment my lips touched Killian’s, a warm, electric rush went straight through my veins. My inner wolf roared with joy, recognizing him instantly. I expected him to push me away, but he didn't. His hand came up, his large fingers gripping the back of my neck to hold me closer. The kiss was deep and possessive, sending a clear message to everyone watching. We were snapping the rules of high society, and we didn't care.

I growled, already sitting up, the girl squealing and grabbing for the sheets. “You lost your goddamn mind?” He didn’t blink. Didn’t apologize. Just said one name. “Dmitri Solokov is dead.” Silence crashed into the room like a bullet. I stared at him. “What?” “Dead. Gone. His compound's a crater. His body’s barely recognizable, but it’s him. Dental records confirmed.” The girl gasped. “Wait—the Dmitri? The king of—” “Get out,” I snapped. She blinked. “But I—”

I smiled, grabbed her hand, and placed a kiss on it. “Why would I need to? I have you to defend me, don’t I?” Jasmine froze for a moment, staring at me blankly. After a while, just as I began to think I had ruined everything with my reckless confession, a feather-light kiss brushed my cheek. Jasmine turned away and spoke in a soft voice, “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep an eye on you from now on.” The sunlight bathed her in a golden glow, etching her into my memory as the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

The Enemy Inside The morning after Damon kissed Ava again was suffocatingly quiet. Ava sat at her kitchen table, untouched tea cooling in her hands, the taste of last night still burning on her lips. Not the kiss — the guilt. The rage. The collapse she almost let herself fall into. She wasn’t supposed to let him in again — physically or emotionally. Yet she had. Just for a second. A knock at the door pulled her from her spiral. Nari stepped in, face tight. “We have a situation.”

[Dawn] “Dawn?” he asks, his voice soft but sharp, cutting through the quiet. His forest-green eyes lock onto mine, and the heat in them is devastating. It’s like they’re burning through every layer of my defenses, leaving me bare. The air between us feels alive—crackling, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. “Oh, I need the snacks… down… here.” My words stumble out, half a thought, because my brain is already foggy. I can feel his gaze on me, heavy and deliberate.

And then he gripped my hair tight, pulling my head back so he could kiss me hard, and then pushed me down to my knees, forcing me to open my mouth before shoving his stiff, hard cock inside my mouth until he came at the back of my throat. Then he kissed me again, tasting himself on my tongue, and groaned as he found me soaking wet. As a reward and punishment for being too eager, he made me ache with his fingers until I begged him to fuck me against the wall in his steam-fogged shower room. That one scene from Dawn was inspired by what I wanted to happen to us right now. The only difference was that Kull and Zsoraya ended up doing exactly what they wanted under the waterfall. Not like this, c

The kitten I wanted to tame, the lady who can instantly awaken my sexual desires. Dawn forcefully pulled me by my collar and looked straight into my eyes. Her hazel eyes were clouded with lust which was astonishing to stare at. She never looked at me like this. Not even when we were filming. "Kiss me." She enchantingly commanded. My body froze in shock. She’s been surprising me a lot today. I didn’t even imagine that she will ask me to give her a kiss. I envisage whether I should do it or not. She’s sick and maybe just acting up because of her fever. But what if she’s doing this because it’s something that she really wanted to do?