Ghost Kissing Novels & Stories

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

My twin sister, Vivian Hall and I were inseparable. Then she died. Three months later, I married her husband, Lawrence Peterson. For five years, he only touched me once a year, on our birthday. He made me wear her silk nightgowns. He made me put on her signature red lipstick. He forced me to mimic every detail, from the exact way she brushed back her hair to the soft sound of her voice in the dark. "Lift the corners of your lips," he whispered against my skin, his breath burning hot, his words ice cold. "Vivian never smiled so cheaply." He pulled me closer, burying his face in my neck. "Do you know why I only touch you tonight?" he breathed. "Because tonight is the only night I

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ __________________

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!

"It's because of the Legend of The Kiss of Eternal Love." When I pursed my lips, her lush mouth widened. "You don't know about that either?" Of course, I knew about that. I just didn't want her to leave yet. And this was the perfect opportunity to keep her talking. I shook my head. "Nope." Shaking her head in disbelief, she explained, "The Legend of the Kiss Of Eternal Love states that when two strangers meet on New Year's Eve and kiss at exactly 12:00 on New Year, they'll love each other forever."

Chapter Forty-Eight: Enchanted Evenings With Damon Phera POV: In that moment, suspended in time under the moonlit gazebo, the space between Damon and me vanished as our lips met in a kiss that was both a discovery and a confirmation. His lips were soft yet insistent, evoking a sizzle of passion that surged through me. The kiss deepened, a perfect blend of intensity and tenderness, our mutual longing and affection for each other coming to the forefront.

And I'd watched enough videos sent by my perverted roommate to recognize what kind of sounds they were instantly. But wasn't Marissa's godmother, Jenna Johnston, inside that storage room? At the thought of that, a sudden heat rushed through me. An inappropriate image flashed through my mind. Ms. Johnston usually liked wearing dresses. Even during winter, she'd only add a pair of white stockings. The fabric would stretch tight across her perky butt, swaying with each step, always making it impossible for me to look away. But she always wore a cold expression, coming across as distant and untouchable.

He bites my pussy then dives his tongue inside, licking my core, barely touching the g-spot over and over. “Ghost, I want Milo.” I cry out. “I want Milo to fuck me.” In a flash, Ghost is face to face with me. His chin is dripping wet with his devilish smile, watching my reaction to his handiwork before he relinquishes control. “So you like bites?” He kisses me roughly, letting me taste myself from his tongue while his thumb massages my clit. “Uh-huh.” I groan, too close to the edge of an orgasm to respond in another way. “Milo…”

And the fact that I don’t even know who this man is makes it more scary. The fact that I am still locked inside this room while the light was out makes my knees wobble in fear. The feeling is closely similar to the idea of being hunted down by a ghost, the only difference here though is that, instead of killing you once the ghost founds you, this ghost holding me against the wall actually stole a kiss from me. The kiss, however, was getting more intimate and passionately longer than I imagined. His lips were dancing against mine as I could feel his tongue making a rather, faster move by inching in and out of my mouth as if it was trying to reach through my tongue for a knot as well.

“How was your night?” Setting down his empty cup, Ghost lifted the left side of his lips in a grin that flashed his canine. The way he sat there, attention glued to my face, made me think he was actually invested in my reply, which made no sense considering Ghost and I weren’t the friendliest to one another. I froze. Surely they couldn’t know that I’d seen them having sex. They were both so into it—so into each other—that it was impossible. It was impossible, right?