Novel & Cerita Jenna Ortega Kiss

There are two sides to every story, but everyone only listens to the heroines. Maybe that’s why I hated fairy tales growing up. My name is Ava Prescott. I’m the girl everyone loves to hate but secretly wants to be. I was from one of the richest families in Rivers City, captain of the cheer team, spoiled, popular, influential, worshipped, and dating the captain of our school hockey team, well, until the so-called heroine snatched my man and made me the butt of everyone’s joke. Well, it's not too late for me. I am Ava Prescott. I never lose. Maybe that’s why when Zane, captain of our sworn rival hockey team, dangled a juicy bait in front of me, I was quick to bite. How better to get back at my

the officiant’s voice boomed again, “You may kiss the bride.” As Neo moved in and held her waist, she closed her eyes. The kiss was first a tentative one, but then Neo slid his tongue into her mouth, and she wanted to pull back - because this was supposed to be Anna's moment! - but her body betrayed her and she felt amazingly boneless against him. It ended about six seconds later, when Neo broke it off. And then, the audience rose and applauded the newest couple in the city of Tampa. ***

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.”

As I moved to step back her other hand came up and pulled her lips to mine. I kissed her slowly, gently. A soft kiss that was not dominant but rather exploratory. Nibbling at her lower lip, she opens her lips and I gently slide my tongue over her tongue. She responds and we enjoy the kiss until the Omega with her clothes knocks on the hospital room door. I lift my head slowly looking deep into Jenna’s eyes. It was the best kiss I have ever experienced in my life and I wanted more.

“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.

She sobbed, Nimi closed the distance between them and slammed his lips on hers, capturing her lips in a passionate and unexpected kiss. Jenna was taken aback by the kiss, they slowly disengaged and she stared into his eyes, without wasting time she reached for his lips again pressing her body against his as Nimi took charge of the kiss, his tongue delving into all corners of her mouth, he gently slammed her against the car as they kissed hungrily like their lives depended on it. “You feel it too right?!” Jenna's voice trembled as she gazed into his eyes, their faces inches apart, their breaths mingling in the intimate space between them.

I want to focus now that I am the one who did it. When he nodded, I continued to surprise him because I did not simply lean in to kiss him—I pushed him so his back was properly against the sofa. I did not stop there, I made my way to climb on top of him, to have myself on his lap. My body is buzzing with the adrenaline of what I am about to do… “Sophia, I—” He groans. “This is for teasing me out of nowhere, Mr. Ortega.”

Only, Jorge doesn’t let me stay in control—he pulls me into him, rolling me underneath him. My legs part automatically and he settles between them, snug like he belongs there. He nips at my lips, demanding I open, and when I do, his tongue dominates my mouth. My hands claw at his back, my legs wrapping around his waist. We’re probably not aiming for sex again, but this kiss is hot and hungry and intense. When he finally pulls away, we’re both breathless. He rests his forehead against mine, our eyes locked. I smile, biting my bottom lip. “How do we do this? How did you make it work with Sarah and Jenna?”

he whispered, voice low and hesitant. “No, no,” Jaiyana interrupted, her voice shaky but earnest. “I wanted that kiss. Please forgive me. I just…” Before she could finish, Kaplan leaned in once more, capturing her lips with renewed intensity. The kiss was deeper this time, charged with longing and emotion, and Jaiyana responded in kind, her heart racing and her breath catching as the moment stretched between them. Every glance, every brush of their hands, every shared warmth drew them closer, the world around them fading into a quiet, private bubble of connection.

“It happened! It actually happened! I'm freaking vibrating, babe!” “It was just a kiss,” I said weakly, trying not to combust from their reactions. They both slapped the table. “JUST A KISS?” Grace practically screamed. “You kissed Kurtis freaking Otias! That man has the face of sin, the voice of temptation, and the walk of a Greek god who pays taxes. AND YOU WANNA CALL IT JUST A KISS? Are you deranged?!” Genny hugged me tightly like I had just won a global kissing competition. “I’ve always wondered what those damn sexy lips tasted like, babe! I’m so proud of you!”