Judas Kiss Novels & Stories

Each sound felt like a countdown. "Maya?" My voice cracked. "Sofia?" Laughter answered me. High and cruel, it bounced off the walls until I couldn't tell where it came from. "Welcome, Princess DeLuca." Sofia emerged from behind a stack of rotting crates, her designer heels clicking against the concrete. She looked immaculate as always, red lips curved in a smile that promised violence. "So glad you could join our little party." Isabella appeared on my left, phone in hand, recording. Of course she was. Everything was content for these psychopaths.

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.