Kiss And Kill Novels & Stories

"If I kiss you right now, will you stop me?" My breath caught. He was giving me a choice. Did I want this? Yes. But was I ready to admit it? I didn’t answer. Instead, I reached out, my fingers brushing the collar of his shirt. That was all the invitation he needed. "I'll take that as a yes." With a low growl, Alessandro closed the distance, his lips claiming mine in a kiss that was slow yet searing. He didn’t rush. He took his time teasing, exploring, and making me feel every second of it.

"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.

“Because of you.” He gave a humorless laugh. “Barely.” We stood in silence again. This one is different. Not angry. Just… full of everything unsaid. “I went out to the border this morning,” I said eventually, shifting the weight of the conversation. “With Kira and Valerie. Remember?” He nodded. “Aleksander briefed me.” “Well, he didn’t see what I saw.” I met Viktor’s gaze again. “The kill style. The symbols carved into the bodies. The branding. The wires. The mutilation—it wasn’t random. It was deliberate. Surgical.”

He then, pulled his lips closer to mine, suddenly he kissed me, and I kissed back. The kiss became intense, we both kissed we reckless Abaddon, our tongues wrestling for dominance. As we kissed, the world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the moment. We knew that we had a long journey ahead of us, but we were ready to face it together. After what seemed like eternity, Gabriel ended the kiss, while I gasps for breath. After gasping for a while, I got myself. Gabriel carried me to his inner room, saying he wanted to show me some files.

ALEXA Okay. So here's the thing. You're not supposed to kiss the man you were ordered to kill. You're especially not supposed to kiss him while you're straddling him with a knife to his chest. Oops. His hands found my hips, and my heart took one long, dramatic pause, like it had no idea which team it was playing for anymore. The enemy? The ex? God, I was so screwed. His lips moved against mine with that signature Killian arrogance, the kind that said, 'I know you're dangerous, baby, but I'll still die in your arms, smiling.' And the worst part? My body was matching his energy because it was a traitor.

I slowly reached for the dagger. I pulled it out. Quietly. Carefully. The moonlight hit the blade. Someone behind us chuckled. Probably Marcus. I held the dagger between us, not raised. “I’ll fix this,” I said under my breath. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “By killing me?” I almost laughed. But I didn’t. I stood. Held the blade high. “I’ll do it,” I said loud. Calm. Elias looked pleased. “Then do it.” I looked at Sebastian one last time.

Dahlia’s P.O.V The kiss takes me by surprise—stunning me into stillness. It isn’t just the abruptness of it, or the way his lips move with such confidence against mine, but the sheer force of it, the undeniable heat that pulls me in, making my pulse pound like a war drum. Killian doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t falter. His fingers press into the small of my back as he pulls me down on top of him, deepening the kiss in a way that has my breath hitching in my throat.

He push my chin up and locked eyes with me. I could barely breathe with how close he was to me. His cocky aroma filled my lungs, and I longed for my pain to have me in his room. He leans in like he will kiss me. He bit me on the lip and flung my face away like my lip was disgusting. “Don't do that to her.” Sloane, who stood invisible to me while all this was going on, yelled at Ares. Ares didn't act like he heard anyone speak. He is never known to give his attention to women who are not of his level because of his arrogance.

Collins shot back, his voice tense, the words trembling slightly with irritation and defiance. In a sudden blur, Kade’s fist collided with Collins’ face. The impact was brutal, lips splitting instantly, a sharp spray of blood marking the floor. Collins staggered back, wiping at his mouth, but a smirk remained, like he hadn’t really been hurt. “Sonia’s father killed the woman I love!” Kade growled, his voice low, dangerous. “He murdered my first love…he murdered Jarvis, do you understand?!” Collins wiped the blood from his lips and straightened, standing tall, smirking despite the sting.

I was erasing every trace of him with my mouth and I did not care how brutal it felt. Isora fought the kiss. She tried to turn her head away. She pushed against my chest with both hands. Her body stayed stiff at first, full of hatred and resistance. Good. I kissed her harder for it. I gripped her jaw and held her exactly where I wanted her. My tongue forced its way into her mouth and she bit me back. The sharp sting only fueled Killian. He growled into the kiss and pulled her tighter. I felt her knees start to give but I kept her upright with my arm around her waist. She was not getting away from this. Not until I was finished.