End Of War Kiss Novels & Stories

"I want him to notice me, I don't care if he has a girlfriend" "They look so cute together and I adore them so much" "If my boyfriend does not behave like this, imma gonna break up with him" "He is so caring, can't you see how he opened her car door" They continued murmuring inaudible words among themselves and shockingly, Aaron hold Cercelia's waist and kissed her romantically in front of the students and the murmuring becomes louder echoeing. "I love this couples so much" "I am their biggest fans" They clapped their hands immediately Aaron broke the kiss, he kissed her one more time before releasing and she left to her room embarrassed because of the students that stared at the both of the

I whimpered, staring at his gloriously beautiful face, drowning myself in his blue eyes before I raised my heel to press my lips on his. Not caring about the people around us, I held on to his shoulders when I felt his hands move over the back of my neck and crush my mouth with his fierce kiss. My heart ached over his molten-hot kiss, changing my mind many times, switching from leaving home, running away with Cole, and forgetting who I was. Ichiro cleared his throat, but I heard Lucilla hiss at him. “Leave the love birds alone,” she muttered lazily, her high heels clanking on the floor as she walked.

The tears escaped my eyes and trickled down my face as I stood up to follow him, grabbing his hand as he headed towards the door. Outside a man in a black tuxedo stood waiting on the porch. Jack opened the door and nodded to him before turning back to me. His eyes were wet as his thumbs smeared the tears off my cheek. He then traced his thumb across my lower lip before taking my chin in his hand and pulling me into a kiss. I could taste the salt of my tears—salty like the ocean—as I kissed him one last time.

Andrea shouted. "Really? But you ate my meat." "What nonsense are you spouting?! Aren’t you ashamed of harassing a little girl?" "Well, a twenty-year-old isn’t exactly a little girl," he replied calmly. Andrea opened her mouth to retort, but Colton silenced her with a kiss, pulling her into his arms. His warm embrace melted the ache in her soul. She inhaled the scent of sandalwood clinging to him, and it instantly soothed her nerves. He pulled back slightly, and their eyes locked. Their hearts pounded so loudly it felt like the whole room could hear.

His fingers tilted my chin up, and before I could even take another breath, his lips were on mine. The kiss wasn’t hurried, it wasn’t desperate, it was everything the war had stolen from us and everything we had fought to reclaim, tender, fiery, unspoken vows sealed in the heat of our bond. His hand cupped my cheek while the other slid to my waist, pulling me against the hard wall of his body. For a moment, the world disappeared. The blood, the smoke, the screams, they dissolved into nothing. There was only him, his taste, his scent, his heartbeat pounding against mine like the rhythm of survival and love intertwined.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

As he gently placed her on the bed, their connection remained unbroken, each moment charged with anticipation of what was coming next. Camilla’s heart raced as Lawrence’s hands moved tenderly along her jawline. With a shared look of unspoken desire, they closed their eyes. Lawrence’s lips were cold and wet against hers, a contrast that heightened their kiss’s intensity. The room seemed to disappear as they lost themselves in each other, fully embracing the moment. Lawrence’s lips trailed down to Camilla’s ear, his breath warm against her skin. “At least I get to spend this time with you before I head to war,” he murmured softly to her.

The contact lasted a second, maybe less, but it left her dizzy. Dante’s eyes flickered with something she couldn’t name. “Good,” he said quietly, releasing her hand. “That wasn’t so hard.” He turned and walked out, the door closing softly behind him. Emilia stood frozen. Her fingertips brushed her lips, still tingling. Why does he affect me like this? She sat on the bed, trying to slow her breathing. The kiss had meant nothing—it was just a rule, a game of power. And yet her body still remembered the warmth of his skin.

“Annika, did you just scrunch your nose up in disgust at me? My eyes move from her lean figure to Ares, but he totally ignores me, his hand slowly caressing the side of her face. “You look hot when you are angry,” he murmurs, then plants a peck on the side of her face before stalking away. “Ares!” “Hey!” Her claws dig into my skin as she whips me around to face him. “You didn’t answer my question.” “Because I can do whatever I want to do in my home!”

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.