Karma Got Its Kiss For Me Novels & Stories

I said and walked to her then I pecked her on her lips. "Your lips are just irresistible" I said and she smiled. "Goodbye" I said and she walked inside. I got inside my car and drove off. "I guess I am in love again"

I had to do this. So I swallowed my pride and my dignity and continue to kiss the one person I didn't expect to kiss. The Player of Preston High.

Not wanting to unplug anything, I sit down and hold her hand. I just sit there for a few minutes not knowing what to do and then I remembered a movie where someone was in a coma and their true love kissed them on the lips. After they did that and called their name, the love interest woke up. Thinking it corny at first, I decided not to do it, but then realizing that the nurse was due to come in any minute to kick me out, I stand up and give it a shot.

" Pain flashed through my eyes, but before I could speak, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed me. His kiss was rough, desperate, and full of suppressed emotions. His hands roamed over my body, and my clothes were quickly torn to shreds. Panic gripped me. No matter how hard I pushed, I couldn't budge him. I bit down on his lips with all my strength, but instead of stopping, his movements only became more frenzied. Just then, Yarra's ringtone blared. He shot me a hateful look before answering the call.

☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆ He kissed me like he meant it. Like I was already his. Not the sweet kind of kiss people talk about. Not gentle or tender or careful. This wasn’t a fairy tale. This wasn’t love. His kisses were the type that undoes you. It was need. It was heat and hunger and whispered promises. His mouth tasted like mint and madness. His hands were hot, rough in some places, careful in others, like he couldn’t decide whether to worship or destroy me.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

Kai’s jaw tightened, their passionate kiss—Gianna’s fire, their brief surrender—a spark that burned through his focus. Gianna Moretti stood by a window, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she monitored comms. Her arm graze was a faint ache, her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—a weight. Their kiss, Kai’s hands on her, had cracked her walls, but vulnerability scared her, her heart a battlefield. She glanced at Kai, their bond a fire, their trust tested by the burner phone, now a distant shadow.

Jade's POV It was just one kiss. One drunken kiss that altered my ability to think and ruined what's left of my sour reputation. All in less than twenty four hours. I kissed a stranger in a bar the previous night because my boyfriend dared me to. And just as my poor luck goes, I find pictures of that short but toe-curling kiss scattered all over a large screen on the 64th Morningstar charity gala cruise ship, the very next evening. The cold air rushing in from the sea slaps a thousand goosebumps on my skin.

"Get up on your knees first before putting the ring on my finger, I don't want you to injure your knee." Amaro stood, then put the ring on Kashmir’s finger. After that, Amaro pulled her to him, tilted his head and kissed Kashmir's lips. His kiss was gentle. Kashmir didn't know what to do, she doesn't know why she felt like electricity passed through her body. She couldn't not push him away afraid to offend the people watching them. Amaro broke the kiss and spoke, "My love, that was your punishment for calling me 'Your Highness'” "You.." Kashmir's face blushed.