Hungry Kisses Novels & Stories

“We’re the only ones who can help you. Just say the word. Beg us.” A cold smile tugged at my lips, as I crossed my arms, and stared daggers at them. “Never.” I said, through gritted teeth. *** To ascend the throne of her kingdom, Natasha Jace must attend a royal academy. Grudgingly, she agrees to attend the academy, only to meet her sworn enemies who were also students there. The pompous prince of Shadowers; Kai, the prince of Paradisia; Kaleb, and the arrogant prince of Zandaya; Xavier. Worse still, she becomes their roommate. Natasha soon discovers that the Dark Realm Royal Academy isn't all it seems, and to survive she must join hands with her enemies. This is an enemies-with-benefits reverse harem story, and the second book of Kings of Vermont Series. It can be read as a standalone.

Laura has spent a century living among humans, hiding her claws and burying her rage. Now, she's back in the game—with a forged identity and a single goal: infiltrate the Alpha of Eldridge Pack and end the bloodline that destroyed her family. All signs point to Sebastian Eldridge—the cold, composed Alpha with the same eyes that haunt her memories. She applies as his bodyguard, ready to strike. But plans never survive first contact with chaos. Enter Marcus: Sebastian’s younger brother. Too loud. Too charming. Too nosy. He’s everything an alpha shouldn’t be… And now—thanks to an unfortunate twist of fate—Laura’s new assignment. She came to kill an Alpha. Instead, she’s stuck babysitting the one wolf who might just drive her over the edge… or into something far more dangerous. Because in this pack, nothing is what it seems—And the closer she gets to the truth, the harder it is to tell who the real enemy is. Is it Sebastian or Marcus?

His hot breath fanned my ear and I nearly died the moment the straps of my dress fell away. Revealing a part of myself that left me vulnerable to his hungry gaze that moved over me. I pride myself on decency, to always be appropriate but the way he clenched his jaw and ran his large hands on my thighs made me go. . . to hell with decency. Reaching out, the need to touch him no longer bearable, I traced the outline of his torso through the fabric of his shirt. But even that wasn't enough as my hands moved underneath the fabric to trace the muscles there. He shifted slightly away triggering a fear in me that I had done something wrong. However, the fear diminished when he removed the fabric- granting my eyes the chance to feast on seeing more of his skin. He moved forward peppering light kisses all over my neck and torso only to latch onto my nipple tugging gently on the hard nub. I cried out at the movement of his teeth and tongue as his hands kept me close hindering any chance to reduce the contact to damn near impossible. Reducing the contact was the last thing I wanted, especially considering how far we had come. . .

With a shift, I let my dress slip from my shoulders and fall to the floor, revealing the lingerie beneath. Nathan's eyes darkened, as closing the small distance between us, his lips claimed mine in a possessive kiss. His tongue tangled with mine, both hungry and tender. Then, slowly, oh so tantalizingly slowly, he backed me toward the bed, his kisses travelling down my neck, across my collarbone, before they moved lower still… ~~~ FBI Agent Brianna Hart had always wanted Nathan Pierce, her stepbrother, and for several years they had been lovers, but circumstances forced them apart. When Brianna returns to her former job within the FBI, she finds Nathan married. When he once again becomes her team leader, Brianna tries to maintain a professional relationship with Nathan. But after a tragic accident takes the life of Nathan’s wife and unborn child, Nathan seeks solace within Brianna’s arms. Old feelings flare to life between them, and both struggle with the undeniable sexual attraction between them. Brianna's heart is torn over her love and need for the newly widowed Nathan, while he grapples with the loss of his family and his re-awakened feelings for a woman he never quite let go of.

She loved him when he had absolutely nothing. When the tough times came, he was the one who let her down. Three years ago Dominic Hale was the one who broke Arielle Moores heart. He was her first, the man who knew every inch of her body, every way to make her fall apart. Then he just left her there like a broken piece. He's now the CEO of a billion, dollar company, and she is the designer whos been hired to renovated his office. And one thing they still had in common? Their chemistry never faded. One glance and she is reliving his touch on her skin. One breath and he is terribly tempted to remind her just whose she used to be. Six months of close proximity. Business meetings that seem like foreplay. Boundaries that are falling apart with every passionate gaze. When at last, she breaks and kisses him desperate, hungry, all three years of need they both acknowledge: this was never truly over. He wants her back. Whole. She wants to protect her heart. But her body is still yearning for his touch. His manipulative ex shows up again. Her brother overdoses. And all of a sudden, staying away from each other becomes totally impossible especially when he appears at the very moment she needs him, just like in the old times. He had her once and lost her. He is not going to make the same mistake again. And he knows exactly how to get her back in his arms.

This is a story about a beautiful 22 year old girl who's hungry for the world, hungry to grab the world by her hands and make twist of it with just one finger, centering it into what she saw in her dreams. She drops out of varsity so because of tuition fees, gets a temporal job just so she could get some money to survive and to save up for school. Mia felt like her dreams were beneath her surroundings, she wantedto explore Europe ,Ever-since she was young, but she meets the one cute guy who offers her a stepladder to climb and get to touch the centre of the bulb.

On a trip to Chicily, my wife, Rosa Stone, and her first love, Jack Cud, insisted on feeding wild, starving wolves. I simply reminded them, "You might attract more hungry wolves." They turned on me, calling me a heartless monster. In the end, I was right. A pack of wolves really did show up. They circled the car, watching us hungrily. Jack was bitten by one. To my surprise, Rosa kicked me out of the car, yelling, "Jack is hurt! He needs to be taken to the hospital! Distract the wolves, I'll come back for you!" I watched them drive away, leaving me behind, surrounded by hungry wolves closing in from all sides. My heart sank. But, Rosa forgot one thing—I was a great Wolvesmith.

She thought the divorce was successful, packed her bags, and left carefreely, but who knew he'd come knocking on the door in no time. The first time, he appeared calm and said, "Darling, the baby is hungry!" The second time, he shamelessly said, "Darling, I'm hungry too!" The third time, he directly pounced and said, "Darling, it's so cold, let's get moving!" Her ex-husband's persistent pursuit of love left her powerless to resist, and each step was a shock to her emotions. "We are divorced already!" She finally couldn't bear it anymore. He resolutely handed over a small child and said, "Here, one is not enough, add two more babies!"

A young, beautiful she-wolf moves into the house opposite mine. She always strikes up conversations with me, her tone filled with enthusiasm. "You and Mr. Howl have such a great relationship. Even after seven years of marriage, he still kisses you goodbye when he leaves. It’s so sweet." She blinks playfully before continuing, "I have a friend who constantly complains about his mate. He says every time he kisses her, it feels like he's kissing a fat pig. Her scent disgusts him, and he can't even get hard when she's around. "And at night… just the sight of her belly rolls and sagging skin makes him want to throw up." I don’t particularly like this she-wolf, but I still offer her a polite smile. That night, however, when my mate kisses me, he suddenly freezes—then pushes me away and runs to the bathroom to vomit.

Thirty days is long, thirty days is short. It comes and goes in a blink of an eye, again it can wash you over with all the happiness you want. Eva had only Thirty Days. Thirty Days to make her husband fall in love with her. Thirty Days to claim what was rightfully hers, his heart. The question is, Is Thirty Days enough? No?! Then add Sixty Kisses to it! Thirty Days and Sixty Kisses, Eva has her husband on his knees before her. Let's travel through the chapters and unravel her story. Caution: This story contains heavily mature content. Rated 18+