End Of War Kiss Novels & Stories

The kiss was a world. It was the start of a long, dismal peace and the end of an unspoken war. It was the scent of woodsmoke and wine and the feel of Julian Clarkson's hand against his cheek, shaking. It was the letting go of a breath that had been held for twenty years.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

She met him halfway. The kiss was not fierce, like their sparring. It was not desperate, like the grip of their hands after the chasm. It was a discovery. A slow, tender mapping of a new and wondrous territory. It tasted of salt tears and hope, of cold mountain air and the enduring warmth of a shared truth. It was a promise, and a defiance, sealed not in a castle’s solar, but on the windswept edge of the world. When they finally broke apart, foreheads resting together, her breath was shaky. “This is impossible.”

He said as he brought his lips to mine. When his lips touched mine, I instantly melted from his touch and leaned into the kiss. It was so passionate, urgent and soft all at the same time. He brought his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I brought my right hand to rest on his chest as I kissed him back. A few seconds later, we broke the kiss and Tyler rest his forehead against mine. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at Tyler who had his eyes closed. He then opened them and looked at me.

"So... when will you marry me?" I burst into laughter, leaning into his chest. "I love you," he whispered, kissing my hair. I grinned. "I love you too." And so, Little Red Riding Hood stole a kiss from her Alpha with a devilish smile.] "The war is won... and everything is over. Thank you, my love." ______________________________________ THE END.

She saw the door of the bathroom opened and rush in to wash the blood on her body off. She dressed up and walk towards the door. she saw the way to the sitting room but nothing looks familiar. She saw a guy working on a system, his appearance looked like the guy that kissed him last night. He looked towards her direction without sympathy, Smiling from the direction he was. She moved slowly the sitting room but was distracted with his laugh. "Angel (he laughed). You are so romantic, and everything about you is unique. Should we go for another round?" He said laughing manically.

"Whatever. I'm not ready for another relationship yet." "What?" Oh no! Did I just say that out? I thought. "What? What? It was um, a line I saw in a movie. I don't know why it had to come out now. Aaron, please read out the note." I quickly changed the topic. "OK. For your sake, I won’t say your name. I don’t feel like I need to, you and others both know who you are. This is a letter to you. You know what type of person I am, one that doesn’t easily give their heart to someone, but then I met you. From the moment I met you, I knew you were going to change my life. I didn’t think you were going to mean so much to me, but somehow you tore down my walls and I let you in. Hearing about your rela

“How did you? When did you—“ a kiss arrested the remaining words. The kiss was not rushed, Not wild. It was the kind of kiss that remembered everything-the laughter, the touch, the promises made under moonlight. His lips trembled against hers, tasting the time they had lost, the pain endured, the aching joy of being found again. Her fingers gripped his cloak, pulling him closer as if to anchor him to this moment, to prove he was real. It was not just a kiss-it was a return. A resurrection. A vow rekindled without a single word, “Can you too wait till after we have ended this war before getting smushy.” Nyra said, scrunching her nose in disgust and they both pulled away from each other “Sorry

"Yes I do allow you ... I love you " With that they connected their lips , securing the moment in a blissful kiss..... THE END! _________________________________ The book ends here ⊂⁠(⁠◉⁠‿⁠◉⁠)⁠つ ser feliz 🌹

“I don’t even know who wins this war.” “Me neither.” “But if we make it through this…” I nodded. “Then we figure out what this is.” She closed the distance. And kissed me. Soft at first. Almost cautious. Like a secret she wasn’t sure she should speak. Then deeper — rougher. Like everything she’d been holding back since the day we stopped being enemies and started being something much more dangerous. I kissed her back, letting the chaos go for just one moment. Letting it be her and me.