Healing Kisses Novels & Stories

“I purposely got rid of it, because I want them to listen less to what broke them the more, since they came to Guts Island to ease heal their broken heart” “You don’t mean it”. “Sure, I mean it”. He glided into the large compound of Hotel De Royale. “Guts Island is the home to those who want to heal their broken hearts, that’s why many people come here, because definitely, they would be eased of their fear and anxiety, they would be given a second chance, and possibly, their broken hearts would be healed, only here in Guts Island, it’s no fallacy, welcome to Guts Island”.

“I can't do that. I can't heal you, I'm sorry.” “You don't have to.” He rubbed my cheek. “You can.” “But how?” I whispered. He leaned in, kissing my upper lips. I didn't hesitate to reciprocate his kiss. I pulled his face closer, like my life depended on it. Though the kiss didn't last, it was worth the try. “You just did it now.” I furrowed, looking at his wound… or would I say where I believe he had injured only to see a freshly healed skin. It looked healthy like he hadn't been injured there in the first place.

"I won't rush you into anything. When you come to me I don't want it to be out of guilt." She leaned in again, placing those sweet soft lips on mine again but this time she was healing me. I had her stop after a few seconds giving her body time to heal between each kiss. "I only have slight burns left now. I can heal from that on my own" I told her as I laid back on my pillow. She gave me one small final kiss, one that wasn't laced with healing abilities but with something else. She went to get up, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her over me. Her chest against mine as we laid on the floor. She looked into my eyes for a long moment before pushing herself up from me. I let her go not wantin

No, this is heaven, I decided, losing the rest of my thoughts to his gentle lips and tongue. I sighed with contentment when he pulled away. His kisses were magical. He grinned at me. “You ready?” I nodded. “Yup.” “First, we'll go to our knees,” he explained. “Find the sweet spot, where the balance is best.” “That's what she said,” I quipped. Bastian burst out laughing, stopping in his demonstration and nearly falling into the water. “Just get up on your knees,” he told me, splashing water at me with his hands.

“No matter what. I’d always come back.” And then, he pulled her in, and their lips met in a kiss that was unlike any they’d ever shared before. It wasn’t a kiss of passion or desire, not exactly. It was a kiss of survival, a kiss of gratitude, a kiss that said I’m here, you’re here, we made it. It was a kiss that tasted of smoke and tears and cold water, but it was also a kiss that tasted of love, of hope, of the future that was still waiting for them.

“But I want you to know I’m still in this.” “I do,” I whisper back. He kisses my forehead, and I feel the tremble in his lips. And I know. This is how healing begins. Not in grand declarations or rushed moments—but in small, sacred ones. Like the touch of a hand. Like the weight of a kiss on skin that once flinched and now welcomes. Like two broken hearts choosing—day by day—to find their way back. Together.

“Do it properly, or tomorrow your father wakes to find the debt unpaid.” Her throat tightened. Rage surged in her veins, but so did desperation. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her face again. This time, her lips brushed his, soft, fleeting, but real. A kiss. The world seemed to stop. Heat shot through her veins, uninvited, unwanted. For a moment, she felt the strength in his stillness, the danger coiled beneath his restraint. His lips didn’t move against hers, but his hand tightened on her wrist, steadying her as if she might break.

“Ahh… much better. Works like a charm!” “You—you—” Harper’s face turned bright red. If she hadn’t known he’d just been injured, she would’ve sworn he’d been faking it all along. “Just so you know, kissing does relieve pain,” he said, holding her hand like a teacher giving a lecture. “It’s scientifically proven that kissing releases happy hormones—endorphins—that reduce pain and boost pleasure.” Suddenly, he winced dramatically. “Ow!” “What now?” she asked warily. “My wound… I moved too much just now. It hurts again.”

she walked in. “ you knew it was me at the door Emperor? ” , “ you have been standing in front of my door for past an hour tell me marsa's princess what do I owe you? ” “ your herb , to make you sleep ” she answered full of smiles and courteous. “ it smells ” the smiles wiped off “ of course it would smell, what did you expect, it is herbs ” she emphasized on the herbs for him to understand. he laughed, deep and throaty and oh his laugh was doing wonders to her skin , creating goosebumps and making her silly little heart flip .

I felt giddy with delight. Matthias picked me up, then lowered me in the sea of prairie flowers. I took the initiative to kiss him. It was a soft, lingering kiss. Nevertheless, he took over in the next moment, taking my breath away domineeringly. My eyes became misty and red-rimmed. When I couldn't take it anymore, I bit him softly. Much to my surprise, that seemed to have made him go wild. He felt around my back with those warm hands of his.