Gif Kiss Band Novels & Stories

Cassian deepened the kiss slightly, savoring the taste of her lips before pulling back, his breath warm against her skin. Hailey's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze as a mischievous smile spread across his face. He glanced at her hands still resting above her head, noticing the band she often played with. "You always keep this in your hands, don't you?" he murmured, his voice teasing as he gently took the band from her fingers. She usually wears a hair band on her wrist, which she uses whenever she needs to tie her hair into a bun.

I said my ‘I do,’ & slid the band on his finger. The officiant pronounced us husband and wife, telling Nick he could kiss his bride, and he did. Nick had placed his soft lips on mine & I opened my mouth to allow him entry as people cheered. We had discussed only using a little tongue beforehand because we had wanted to keep it classy. He broke the kiss & his green eyes sparkled as he smiled down at me. I had giggled as he raised our banded hands for the guests to see. He had been so happy in that moment, not knowing that I was going to destroy this memory exactly a year later, just as he had done to Jasmine. But his smile was contagious, so I had smiled from ear to ear too.

I’m lacing up my skates when my eyes involuntarily flick to the stands. Ginger stands there with Caspian, his arms wrapped around her from behind, his chin hooked over her shoulder as he murmurs something in her ear. She giggles, tipping her head back against his chest. His hands move over hers, guiding her through an imaginary move, and just like that, he steals a kiss on the side of her face. My jaw clenches.

Isla thought she had the perfect life—until her boyfriend and best friend betrayed her and left her humiliated. Broken and desperate to save face at a hockey party, she claims the hottest transfer student at school is her new boyfriend. The problem? Donovan Hayes doesn't just play along. He kisses her. Now the entire school thinks they're dating, and the fake relationship is starting to feel dangerously real. But with her ex determined to win her back, a captaincy rivalry brewing on the ice, and secrets threatening to tear them apart, Isla may discover that the stranger who stole her first kiss could also be the boy who steals her heart.

I asked. "No. I'm just wondering if you are still the same girl I know." "Why?" "You seemed like a nerd then but now I feel like I got the wrong impression of you." "Yea you did." He brushed his hands gently up my sides to rest on my shoulders, ignoring my breasts so obviously that I let out a frustrated groan and pounded my fists against his chest in protest. "I’m savored, I promise," I told him tartly, reaching for his zipper. 'Jesus.' He hissed as he felt my little hands through his jeans. 'You’re perfect. Did you know that?' He molded his hands to my breasts, giving them each exactly what they wanted. Nate sucked in a deep, ragged breath. 'Fuck.'

I shall show you what innocent means. He quickly perked her cheek and moved away as if it had burned him. The feeling of her skin on his lips felt like acid burning through them. But not long. Chris turned to the crowed and faked a smile at them. Before anyone could start shouting their one more, he took her hand roughly but still faked a smile and pulled her towards the door. The sooner they were over and done with this, the better. The guest continued to stand on their feet as the couple walked out. They cheered their lungs out taking all the pictures they could access.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

“If only he was that cool and restrained.” Things have already started once we step inside. There’s an enormous table filled with hors d'oeuvres and several men tending bar. On the larger stage in the main room is a band playing jazz covers of Christmas songs that gives the whole party a Great Gatsby vibe. A fellow debt collector named Franky spots me from over at the bar and immediately comes over. “Aye, Dominic!” he howls, clearly already a few drinks deep. “How the hell are ya?” “Hey, Franky—”

A name they whispered but never thought they’d face. The gates groaned open a minute later. I stepped through without a word. Let them be afraid. Let Viktor wait. He wanted to dance with the devil? I was right here. And I don’t play nice.

“You scared me, Kai—taking that hit for me.” Kai’s hand cupped her face, his icy blue eyes blazing, his voice trembling. “I’d take a thousand, Gianna. I can’t lose you.” Her breath hitched, her hands pausing on the bandage, their love a pulse in the quiet. She leaned in, their lips brushing, a tender moment amidst the chaos. “You won’t, Kai. We’re stronger than this.” Their kiss deepened, a desperate anchor, her hands gripping his shirt, their bond a flame that burned through his pain. Gianna’s voice was fierce, soft. “You trusted me in there, Kai. That’s everything.”