Howl Sophie Kiss Novels & Stories

"I'm right here baby. I need you to stay put as I go to check what's happening." "Don't leave me." I pleaded with him. "You are safe baby. I love you." He gave me a kiss and used his phone as a torch. I sat there with my torch on, scared out of my mind. I leaned my back on the sofa when I felt a hand with a cloth on my mouth and nose. I tried to scream and got a whiff of something strong. I tried to hold my breath but soon needed some air. "Breath" I heard a whisper."shhhhh"

“Kiss me!”. She whispered against his ear. “Sophia, the mushroom is making you do things, try to control yourself!”. Sophia pouted, her eyes pleading with Ethan. "But I really want to kiss you," she insisted. “I know you don’t, it’s just the effect of the glowing mushroom you ate!”. “Well I guess I have an excuse to do this then!”. She murmured, smashing her lips on his. Ethan was taken aback by Sophia's sudden boldness, he quickly pulled away.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

80 Issac. The apothecary door stuck on the third knock. Either she was ignoring me or she had a habit of leaving things slightly ajar like an invitation and a warning at the same time. I pushed it open. The shop smelled like crushed lavender and roasted firewood. Witch scent, I guess. There were herbs hanging over the counter and jars labeled in a language I didn’t know but figured she’d hex me if I touched. She wasn’t in sight. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you how to knock?” Sienna called from somewhere in the back.

Then he looked away. “Not bad, for a fresh face,” someone said next to me. I turned and saw a vampire with slick hair and a smug smile. “You don’t look like the others. What’s your name?” I stayed calm. “Medor Thornwell,” I said in the fake accent I’d practiced. “And you?” “Marcus Voss,” he replied. “Third son of the Voss line. Never heard of your family.” “You wouldn’t have,” I said with a shrug. “We keep to ourselves. Quiet part of the west.”

They reached a heavy door, sealed with an electronic lock. Jaxon’s claws extended. With a snarl, he slashed through the panel. Sparks flew. The lock clicked open. Inside was a girl—barely sixteen. Her arms were chained above her head, her body covered in bruises and IV marks. Her scent hit him instantly. Wolf. But not just any wolf. Something strange. Faintly familiar. She blinked up at him, fear and hope battling in her expression. “Riley?” she croaked. “Is Riley alive?”

I stared at his perfect lips, wanting to kiss them, as they formed the words. “Yeah, well, I never said I was a good student.” The fingers of one of Noah’s hands made their way to my chin, moving me into a gentle, yet insistent kiss. The kiss deepened, my lips parting to give him more. His kiss was hot and deep, banishing every unhappy thought from my mind. He tucked his head, breaking the connection and allowing me to replenish the much needed oxygen for my aching body. I took an unsteady breath, keeping my eyes closed, feeling lightheaded and wonderful.

I beamed into his bright green eyes and took a still breath before speaking. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready,” I told him, placing my hands on his shoulders and drawing his lips near to mine. Slowly, like the setting sun and the ocean horizon, our lips came together on his island. The soft scent of a tropical island, the waves, and the beach mingled with his cologne and I knew that I would forever be in love with his island kisses.

Tommy said softly to his girlfriend over the phone as she blew her kisses. “I will send your regards baby, you got me a gift? Ugh? Really? What did you buy me?” Mirbel asked cheerfully because she knows her baby is a sweet man and he does sweet things for her randomly always so she doesn’t know what this particular one that he got her is and it would be extremely hard to guess.

Even through the blurring tears and the shifting lights, I could discern the chiseled perfection of his jawline, the predatory gleam in his dark, evil eyes. Then, he pulled me into a deep, consuming kiss. He suckled my lower lip, a possessive tug, then bit down lightly, a sharp sting that made me gasp. He seized the opportunity, plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring every heated crevice. His kiss was a force of nature, deep and overwhelming, brimming with domination and raw power, stealing my breath, leaving me struggling for air. Yet, he showed no intention of releasing me anytime soon. He gently wiped the tears from my eyes, his touch surprisingly tender, and cupped my face. His fin