Harry Potter Kisses Chocolate Novels & Stories

But instead, he sprinted right past me, making a beeline for Sally who was still smiling. The crowd gasped in surprise as Harry grabbed Sally's face and kissed her deeply. The cheerleading team cheered even louder, while I stood there, stunned. What was happening? What the hell was happening? Why the fuck was Harry kissing her! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! As I watched Harry kiss Sally, a strange sensation burned within me. It was as if a flame had ignited in my chest, spreading a warm, uncomfortable feeling throughout my body. I felt my face grow hot, my eyes narrowing as I struggled to comprehend why I was reacting this way.

Harry tried to avoid the kiss however, it seemed like he wanted to talk. To hell with all his explanations for his ex-mate. Manny was already burning with passionate flames. She held both sides of Harry's head until she managed to kiss him on the lips. An inverted position! Manny thought and smiled happily. Manny's tongue stroked Harry's upper and lower lips, causing him to growl under his breath. Meanwhile, Harry was half dying holding his wolf which had been forcing him to come out. The wolf was scared .. this moment will be wasted again, he wanted to immediately make Manny his.

A saint be like. The devil on my left shoulder says so otherwise. He says that I should let him be since he's being too clingy and letting his imagination run a little wilder is good since it's cute seeing him jealous. A bad b*tch be like. I opened the door and stared at his tantalizing raven black eyes as he sulked and looked like he was about to cry, "A-Actually, Harry did kiss my cheek. But I wanted to be honest with you so there, but please don't be mad at him. He only kissed my cheek because of the dare, about the maid outfit. I have a picture just like you asked!" I reasoned.

Taking my hand, he stands up and leads me out the kitchen door. Walking out the emergency exit and standing in the alley, he leans me up against the wall and kisses me. When our lips touch, it's like fireworks and an earthquake going off all at once. My insides feel like they are about to burst when he lifts me up by my butt and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.

*** The chauffeur matched the breaks the very moment he pulled into the massive garage of Xavier Le Premiere square. “Here we go, pussies”. He said and wore a pussy mask. He, too, was in for the party. “Come get the door, dick”. Laura said in response, sparking a sort of confusion in my unseen mind. How could a chauffeur call his passenger such weird name, pussy? He alighted and got the door for us, and we alighted, but while I made for the massive ground, Laura stayed back and stole a couple of kisses from the man, before coming after me.

And then, he kissed her. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It wasn’t a loving kiss. It was a kiss filled with anger, with hate, with longing, with all the conflicting emotions that were tearing him apart. It was a kiss that said I hate you and I love you all at once. It was a kiss that said I want to push you away and I want to pull you close. It was a kiss that was messy, and rough, and desperate, and perfect.

She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight. A strand of her golden hair was falling over her eyelashes, highlighted by black mascara, stealing my attention. Her pupils were so dilated, it looked like she had tar eyes. Her pink lips had no lip gloss left, but they seemed super soft, and I had to confess I was attracted to her. At least then, at that moment, I really wanted to taste her. With my right hand, I gently removed the lock of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. Then I slid my fingers on the edge of her cheek until I reached her chin. My thumb moved slowly to her bottom lip and I grazed it until her lips parted.

I don’t know—she looks too at home, too settled, like someone who knows her seat at this table won’t ever be taken from her. She snaps her fingers lightly at the maids to get her a plate. Comfortable. Too comfortable. Maybe she’s his sister? Yeah. Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe this is totally innocent— “Mummy, Daddy gave me a lot of candy yesterday!” Nope. Nope, I am not overreacting. ‘Mummy’? MUMMY?!!! My brain short-circuits. My eyes dart to Roland, waiting—hoping—to see a flicker of shame or discomfort. Nothing. His face is a slab of marble. Unreadable. Cold. As always.

Their kiss this time was slow and drugging, just like they couldn't get enough of each other and Robin understood the message of love Andrew was trying to communicate and she swore to herself not to ever break his heart. Unknown to them, Harry who stood outside the door, took a video of their kiss and passionate embrace with a sinister smile. "I will ruin you Andrew Alexander Grey, just watch what happens when I release this video on the school forum and then make you lose the competition you want to win. This is for stealing the girl I love and for my dad," Harry thought to himself as he watched the both of them work on Campus Silence, with no clue that he was there.

Joyce smiled at him. The two looked themselves in the eye and Joyce felt the urge to kiss him but was scared. When his lips bite in the other, she summoned up the courage and kissed the wizard. Kissing the wizard was one of the greatest achievements Joyce could talk about; his lips were soft and he tasted like vanilla cream and at first he didn't respond to the kiss, he pushed her way to allow her have access to his mouth and at that, the wizard responded back with kisses too. He was caught up in the moment and felt himself needing more of her touch and he leaned further to her body and began to kiss her passionately. Joyce was excited with the new feeling that was growing and so decided to