God Gave Rock And Roll Kiss Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dedicated to @yu-tanit. "By the power invested in me," the minister began as he looked at the couple standing before him and all the people whom had come to witness and celebrate this day with them, "I announce you man and wife," he smiled at them, "you may now kiss the bride." Everyone got on their feet to cheer them. "Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her..." everybody cheered bringing Chris back to reality. This was it. He was finished as long as he lived. During the whole wedding, all he did was to zone in and out and most of the time he zoned out.

I looked away. He held my chin and forced me to look at him again. I knotted my brows when I faced him. Before I could utter a single word, Rogie brought his lips onto mine and kissed me. My breath hitched and my mind went blank. After a few seconds, Rogie pulled away and smirked at me. "There, you owed me one kiss. If you want to get even, then come with me in private." Then Rogie stood up straight and walked out of the canteen.

I tried to assure him. He pulled himself out of the hug, cupped my cheeks, and asked looking into my eyes “Serena if this is the last moment we have, what do you want to do?” “But this is not the last moment…” “I want to kiss you.” He cut me off. “Can I do it?” he licked his lips while keeping his gaze on mine. The way he said ‘Kiss' was enough to make any girl submit to him. I could not say I was an exception as his words aroused my feelings.

Before she could respond, Randy reached for her chin and planted a deep kiss on Ghea. Slowly but surely, Randy devoured Ghea's lips, passionately kissing her. There was no room for rejection from his beloved wife. Randy's and Ghea's lips clearly clashed in a deep and passionate kiss. Exchanging, giving, and receiving. It was as if the kiss reflected the love and affection growing between them.

As Rock speaks, I can't help but feel sorry for him. "River, I'm so fucking sorry for treating you the way I have all these years," Rock says, moving closer and gently grasping my face. He leans in and kisses me with such tenderness that it melts my heart.

No matter how badly I want to rip his fucking pants off right now, I’m not that person. “It’s fine.” He softly says. His deeper-than-normal voice sounds like sex to my ear. Stepping back, I wipe my lips and glance toward his midsection. The ‘million-dollar’ kiss has created a very noticeable bulge in his pants and now I feel even more horrible. That bulge in his pants is the risk anyone takes when kissing someone. Getting turned on during a kiss does NOT mean you have to fuck them. “Is this goodbye?” He asks. His tone is curious and deep. “Or see you later?” I inhale a deep breath and step back. “See you later.”

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.

"But there's no action behind it." "What kind of action do you want?" I asked. "Kiss me!" Oh well, Anya was indeed created to be the sweetest temptation in my life. So, what can I do but indulge her? Unlike usual, I didn't hesitate to give her a passionate kiss. The kiss I gave her conveyed how grateful I was that I could still feel this sweetness being reciprocated. How God has been so good to both of us. I gently caressed the lips that I had just kissed. My gaze was fixed on her, not looking away.

God. If I’ve met a man who kisses better I don’t recall him, and if I’ve met a man with more charisma I’ve forgotten him for my own good. This guy, he kisses like a champion. He’s gentle until he isn’t, and his hand splayed on my back feels as if it’s branded against my bare spine. It’s a good job his name isn’t actually Stepbrotherbecause I’d have forgotten it.

It was a moment of profound connection, a reminder of the love that had carried them through their incredible journey. With a gentle and knowing smile, Noah reached out to cradle Myla's face in his hands as he loved to do, his touch as tender as the moonlight itself. Myla's eyes, pools of radiant compassion, met his with a depth of understanding that only gods could share. Their lips met in a kiss that was not passionate or fiery but tender, like a whisper of love spoken in the language of the cosmos. It was a kiss that conveyed a thousand emotions – gratitude for their journey, the awe of their newfound godhood, and above all, the profound love that had bound them together.