Judas Kiss Novels & Stories

Fisting my hands in his shirt, I whisper, "Ding, Ding, Round 3!" Pulling him down close enough to nip at his bottom lip, Dragon curses under his breath in Spanish, then crashes into me. The kiss was a bayou storm—untamed, all-consuming, devouring the space between ‘yours’ and ‘mine’. I was the drought-parched earth; he was the lightning strike. Our tongues clashed like two weather fronts, and when he bit my lip, I tasted copper and the promise of rain. Flipping me onto my back, his laughter muffled against my mouth. His hands roam but linger at the hem of my shirt, asking permission. I nod, breathless.

It was like poison bubbling under my skin, and any second now, it was going to blow. 6:02 a.m. My phone buzzed. Caller ID: Lion Dickhead. Of course it was him. I picked up without saying a word. He didn’t deserve a hello. His voice came through smooth and smug. “Revenant. Your ride’s outside. Everyone’s waiting at the Iron Citadel. They’re excited to meet the legend.” Legend, huh? Cute. I smirked coldly, lips pulling back lik,e a wolf about to bite. "They want The Revenant?” I said, voice low.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Bishop Eloise asked herself, wondering, which Pawn Clara had heard. "Whom she desperately wants to kill," Pawn Clara replied. After a short pause, a name came to her mind. "King Denzell?" "No, she wants to marry King Denzell. She will never kill him." "It is the heart and liver of such a person that once you eat it, you will grow 500 years of tails. And very soon, you will become a Juubi fox," they heard Rook Theia saying this to Goubi Zalik. "Juubi fox?" Pawn Clara looked questioningly at Bishop Eloise, who was listening to them with her mouth open.

"So you want me to kiss you?" Jude asked and witnessed him getting all flustered. Yes he wanted her to kiss him but he couldn't voice out his opinion because of what happened to him in past Jude saw him struggling and knew this was her chance His greatest desire was her! she felt bad using his love as a way to cure him after all she was the reason of his misery but she needed to push him. "Kris! if you tell me to not ever leave you then i promise i wont. if you tell me to kiss you i wouldn't deny you. if you wish your desire i won't hurt you. I just want to see you happy because i am falling for you"

“Anger makes you sloppy. And you can’t afford to be sloppy with Jasmine around. I could destroy her without ever laying a finger on her… and you know it.” I bit back my rage, letting silence speak for me. “Good,” Judas said finally, his voice dropping to a whisper that still felt like a knife. “Stay on edge, brother. I like you this way. Cold. Cracking. Desperate. When I do come… I want you begging for it.” Click. The line went dead. The phone buzzed again in my bloody hand. Haley. I exhaled through my nose, forcing my voice steady as I answered. “Haley.”

And he has a Chinese writing tattoo on the side of his neck. He is still wearing the same vest from morning and the dark jeans. Wait, he looks like Ethan. Yes, I remember now, that’s exactly who it is. Ethan Guvaski, my first kiss and middle school crush. How is he here though? He was the one from this morning too, but his head was bowed in the morning so I couldn’t recognize him. He has changed a lot. It’s been so many years. I stopped being friends with him after those girls scratched my face in middle school. I felt really stupid for doing that right now.

Rosalina's face blushed with shyness as she nodded and buried her red face into the crook of his neck, making the last string of control he had snapped like a thin twig, especially when the warm breath kept brushing against his skin. "As you wish, baby. I'll make sure to prove to you you have made the right choice in agreeing to be mine." Judas carried the young princess to the bed, placing her down gently before joining in and hovering over the tiny figure. Rosalina tilted her head to the side as if permitting him to invade her neck. With permission granted, he wasted no more time in letting his lips trace over the delicate flesh and kissed the smooth skin passionately before sticking out h

"So I have the rights to take control over the kiss" I blink and my body froze. "W-What?!" "You read the contract so you must aware with the footnote 'every night' darling" My lips parted in disbelief realizing what he said. The footnote 'every night' means 'before midnight' and it's already passed midnight. What the hell?! "Do you remember it now?" I felt him smirk. "Yeah..." my voice drop. "Good. But first thing first, Little. I think I need to give you a short demonstration what a real kiss is really like"

Everything felt wrong but I could not stop wanting to feel his lips on mine. Without leaving my cheek, he brought his lips toward me but stopped at a distance as if he was asking me for permission. Instead of pulling myself away, I shut my eyes, and then it happened. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. It was so good that it felt unreal. I kissed him back with the same passion and he deepened his kiss in which I lost myself. It happened. I got my first kiss from a mafia heir.