Kiss And Makeup Blackpink Novels & Stories

“You gonna punch me now? Ruin your little princely image?” I shoved him. “Answer the damn question!” “He wanted to feel nothing. So I gave him nothing. The game’s called Kiss or Kill, sweetheart. He chose the kill.” I froze. My chest tightened. “What did you just say?” “Kiss. Or. Kill.” He said it slow, like it tasted sweet. I kept staring, my heart sinking. That name wasn’t supposed to exist anymore. It had died with Lior. How did Ricco know about it?

He nodded at me and then at Director Wilson. “I’m so sorry, Director Kim. I’m a little flustered right now. My entertainment has been delayed, and I’m waiting to see if anyone from the music department could come and fill in until they get here.” Director Wilson said as she held her cup in a death grip. She scanned the area, looking for anyone who could help her. “Well, I have the perfect solution for you. Wakely, here is a fabulous pianist.” Director Kim patted my shoulder and chuckled. “She did an amazing rendition of one of our K-pop songs for a talent show the school was holding.”

No, this is heaven, I decided, losing the rest of my thoughts to his gentle lips and tongue. I sighed with contentment when he pulled away. His kisses were magical. He grinned at me. “You ready?” I nodded. “Yup.” “First, we'll go to our knees,” he explained. “Find the sweet spot, where the balance is best.” “That's what she said,” I quipped. Bastian burst out laughing, stopping in his demonstration and nearly falling into the water. “Just get up on your knees,” he told me, splashing water at me with his hands.

My eyes fluttered up to meet his. "Promise?" It came out a whisper, my voice betraying me at the last minute. I reached up with my own hand and pressed his to my cheek. I wanted to remember the way his touch felt. "Promise," he said. He leaned forward and kissed me. I squeezed my eyes shut, memorizing every detail. I wanted to remember his smell, his taste, and the way his lips felt against mine. I would take it with me until he came home. We broke apart reluctantly, hearing the boys downstairs opening and slamming doors. It was time for them to leave. Dean brushed away a tear I hadn't even realized had escaped and kissed the tip of my nose.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

′Cause you ma man crush every day Lege baka re we a match made in he′ll You know that we don't care LMAO, baby ke dibala goet I told you gore BRB ′cause I still want you boo Bojalwa we, bosigo botlhe it's the only truth Tlase ga ditlhare lamzanyana ′cause that's how we do You used to like it when you call, we would stay up all night You say that I′m yours and I said that you're mine You send me lil' kisses and your pretty lil′ hearts you blow my mind, mmm Nobody else just me and my B-A-E and we K-I-SS-I-N-G ooh Come give it to me one more time (He likes my) kisses, kisses, kisses She love my kisses, kisses, kisses, kisses (He likes my) kisses, kisses, kisses She love my kisses, kisses, kisse

’ Mukgu thought and she was feeling so confused. Mukgu did not want to cheat on Mingchan. She looked away and was trying to get up. “Blake, I need to go. I am sorry.” She said coldly but Blake grabbed her jaws and his lips crashed on her lips. Mukgu’s eyes widened and Blake was kissing her lips with his eyes closed. Mukgu was trying to stop but Blake’s kisses were giving her butterflies on her stomach. Mukgu slowly closed her eyes and kissed him back while she was on his top. Blake’s hands went down on her butt and was massaging her butt cheeks with these two hands while they were kissing so intensely. Mukgu was carried away and she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him from his top and g

“That motherfucker is gonna shit a diamond when he sees you. If he doesn’t fall over, I will.” I smile, just a little. “Let him.” Jenna raises her mimosa. “To badass bitches in black.” We all clink glasses. The makeup artist quietly dabs powder along my jaw, pretending not to listen, but I see the way her eyes flick toward the mirror. I sit still while she works on my face. My skin is glowing, my cheekbones sharp, my lips brushed in a soft rose. Nothing too bridal. Just enough to make someone stare.

"A pregnant wife deserves care and support. A man like you doesn't deserve to be a father. If you can't even look after your own wife, how could anyone trust their life to you?" I let out a cold laugh, scanning the crowd with a hard gaze. "You people are unbelievable. Cheating is a matter of principle, and yet you bend the truth and accept it without question. Are your brains stuffed with straw? I hope you return the same generosity if your partners ever cheat on you." The livestream chat exploded. "Are you kidding me? They're actually forgiving the cheater?" "Dr. Smith has my support. Cheaters don't deserve forgiveness!" "Their reactions are insane. I seriously can't believe this."