Judas Kiss Novels & Stories

I was glad to be here too. Jack leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. This kiss wasn’t the same as the ones from the island. This was reserved and formal, but it still fanned the heat growing inside of me. He stepped back, a devilish grin spreading across his face as I flushed. The smile stayed on his face until he sat down in the large leather chair and picked up the phone. I knew that was my cue to leave, and I slipped out the door as the businessman’s mask slid over his face.

Jada said, staring down at the camera screen. I heard a low laugh from somewhere, but I wasn’t taking my eyes off my sexy as fuck boyfriend who seemed to be undressing me with his eyes. “I’m sure I got it, there are three I’ll send that are way too fucking good. That’s my little sister bitches!! Like holy shit Jules,” she said, practically beside herself. Jude kissed me and I wrapped my arms around his neck, unable to help myself. When we finally pulled apart Jada and Jake were both gone.

she asked in a breath, waiting for his reply with anticipation. Judas halted, wondering if he heard her right but he did. He didn't show any reaction. However, his eyes blinked twice as he muttered, “You should leave. You're drunk.” His indirect rejection hurt her. Tears formed in her eyes as she mumbled, “I'm drunk but I know what I'm doing.” Her voice was faint as she answered him meekly. “Are you?” His eyes narrowed at her. “I'm calling—” “Please?” She gasped, a frown covering her face. “You don't have to be so strict all of a sudden just because I asked if I could kiss you.”

“Only one kiss per customer.” The audience laughs and Leo blushes. “I just don't want to wait,” he tells the pastor. “I want to kiss her always.” “Well, let her do her part and you can get to the kissing,” the pastor tells him with a smile. “Now, Charlotte, repeat after me.”

Judas knew she needed to breathe, so he let her lips go, but he pulled her with him to drop their bodies on the bed. Falling with his back flat to the bed and Mavie above him, Judas rolled them over so he could hover above Mavie. He had his head atop hers. Judas pecked on Mavie’s lips and murmured. “I was hoping you would say you don’t know how to kiss….” Judas spoke with fierceness. He was partly hoping she would tell the truth, knowing that was her personality. But Judas was also looking forward to a chance of punishing her for lying if she ever said she did not know how to kiss. But her action somehow conveyed a clear answer to his queries.

( He asks feigning concern) JUDAS : I am fine my boy, just old age with its problems as always ( He replies with a carefree chuckle) KLAUS : Just die already, old man ( Klaus mutters to himself ) JUDAS : What was that??... Did you say something my boy?? KLAUS : I am asking why you called for me your Grace ( He replies wide eyed with worry that Judas might actually hear him if he didn’t keep his thoughts to himself) JUDAS : Oh yes, of course. I called for you because I was feeling lonely, so I thought I’d invite you over for a chat ( He replies with a chuckle) KLAUS : Your Grace??

With my last bit of strength, I tremblingly raised my hand and extended my pinky finger—the sign we used as children to promise "siblings forever." Damien suddenly froze. He immediately extended his pinky and gently hooked mine. "I'm here! Lina, I'm here!" He sobbed, his voice broken. "We're siblings... siblings forever..." "Good... siblings..." I said softly. My voice was like snowflakes touching ground. My hand slowly dropped. My eyelashes closed. My breathing returned to silence. Damien wiped his tears and lifted me. Step by step, he walked toward the Moon Goddess statue.

"You won't. Because you want blood as much as I do. And because, despite that badge in your pocket, you’re already falling for the girl in the cage." She stood on her tiptoes, her lips inches from his. For a moment, the professional facade Dante had built for a decade cracked. The scent of sandalwood and danger was intoxicating. He should have pushed her away. He should have handcuffed her and called for backup. Instead, his hand found the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. The kiss was not an act of love; it was a collision of two broken people, desperate for something real in a world built on lies. It tasted of salt and secrets. It was a Judas kiss

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