روايات وقصص ضمن Howl Sophie Kiss

"Woman, what the hell are you talking about?" Sophie seemed unfazed, but honestly, Sage lost the train of his thoughts when he saw that she was using an index finger to wipe some coffee foam from the corner of her mouth and lips. He couldn't stop himself from staring as he followed the movement carefully. It was now officially a tossup as to which feature interested him more, her eyes or her mouth. "I mean, you know, a werewolf? This huge, furry, eight-abs naked creature with a strong muscular shoulder and huge ah! never mind." She paused, realizing her mistake.

she said, her voice sultry, and stepped closer. She pressed her lips to his, kissed him hard, her tongue forced into his mouth. Hayes responded for a brief moment, his lips moved against hers, but his mind roared with disdain. Sophie’s kiss tasted bitter, like burnt coffee, nothing like Eva’s sweet, addictive mouth. Her body felt wrong, her skin was too dry, her scent was sharp, like cheap cologne, and grated his senses. Eva’s wild moans, her tight pussy, and her desperate screams consumed his thoughts, made Sophie’s touch feel like a buzzing gnat, petty and irritating.

no, Charlotte. I swallow. “Right,” I add quickly. “It was not planned.” One truth in a sea of lies would wash out souls clean, right? “Clearly,” the host laughs, “that kind of tension can’t be faked.” Tension……oh, you haven’t had the slightest clue. “Alright,” she leans forward, knowing her voice conspiratorially, “one word, both of you……describe that kiss.”

One of his elbow was resting on the sofa’s arm rest while his other hand lay on his lap, tapping his fingers on them impatiently for some reason, not to mention his jawlines locked with a hard expression on his face. “See, simple. Now let’s play again.” Lianna finally broke the ice and motioned me to get back in the circle and I did as I was told, slightly wiping her spit away from my neck. Ugh, now I had to take a bath in holy water for the next two months. “Dare.” Raymond grinned confidently. “Kiss Edward,” one of the girls said and my eyes widened in shock as I looked at Edward and Raymond look at each other in disgust. “On the lips.”

Louis said softly, brushing a stray hair from her face. The moment hung heavy, and before Sophie could respond, Louis closed the distance, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss deepened, their connection igniting a passionate exchange neither seemed willing to break. As they parted, Sophie gasped softly, her cheeks flushed. Louis held her close, his voice a whisper against her ear. “Stay with me, Sophie. Don’t let go.” Sophie’s heart raced, her arms tightening around him. In her darkness, Louis felt like a rare light, someone who could understand her.

His touch sent sparks down my spine. I tilted my head slightly, lips parting on instinct. He leaned in, slowly, so slowly I could feel every inch closing between us. His breath ghosted across my cheek. I closed my eyes, heart racing. We were seconds. Inches. From a kiss that felt years in the making when "Hey bitch." I nearly jumped out of my skin. I snapped my eyes open just in time to see Sophie strut into the room, arms folded, eyebrow arched like she'd just caught us naked instead of just almost kissing.

Still, they pressed on with their assault. But Sophia gestured for them to stop, her demeanor stern. "Don't move! What I just sprinkled on you was the Reaper's Seven Kisses Powder. Take seven steps, and you'll be dead for sure!" The men exchanged uncertain glances. They did not believe her, but they hesitated nonetheless. Ezekiel shouted from the other side, "Don't listen to her nonsense!" Sophia ignored him and continued to speak. "You might have noticed the itching all over your body. It's okay, if you’re not afraid of death, you can give it a try!"

Ava The first kiss was gentle, almost chaste. Sofia let it happen, then deepened it, tongue flicking out to taste the inside of Maya’s lip. Her hands cradled Maya’s face, pulling her in, and then her body pressed forward until there was nothing but skin and silk and hunger. I stood there, paralyzed, not sure if I should look away or dive in myself. Sofia broke the kiss and laughed, eyes bright. “You’re a good kisser. I like that, too.”

༺❀༻ Back in her dorm room, Sophia sat on the edge of her bed, replaying the kiss in her head like it was a movie she had watched a hundred times. Zara walked in quietly, raising an eyebrow. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Sophia smiled faintly. “Better than a ghost.” Zara dropped onto the other bed. “Let me guess, you guys were even more lovey-dovey.” Sophia blinked. “How did you know?” Zara smirked. “Because you’re smiling like you’ve been holding your breath for years.” Sophia looked down at her hands. Then whispered, “He said he loved me. And we kissed . ”

His scent is overwhelming me and making it hard to concentrate. Before he has a chance to answer, I feel someone grab my hand and spin me around on the spot. Sophie is staring into my eyes, and I can feel the fear rising through her body. I wonder if she knows who my Dark God is. Pleading to her with my eyes to help me out of the situation, she does the unthinkable. Pressing her lips to mine, she snakes one of her hands into my hair, and pulls me in closer to deepen the kiss. Her lips are soft and sweet and mine open on their own, allowing her tongue access to my mouth. Our tongues twist around one another’s and I can hear he the crowd erupt into chaos as they watch us kiss. Pulling a