Kiss Bad Novels & Stories

she winked in addition. I knew she was trying to make me feel better, but I still felt like a sore loser. “Am I not pretty enough or interesting enough?” and then the thought occurred to me, “Or am I a bad kisser?” Blake was the only guy I had ever kissed, if you didn’t count the window incident, and I wasn’t counting that. I was very inexperienced, and Blake had been with so many girls. Maybe I wasn’t good enough? Or maybe he got bored of me?

"I'm still not sure I want to kiss you because this whole thing seems like a set up. You have probably been waiting for the moment when they would ask you to kiss me. I'm certain it's preplanned with them." "Ma'am, actors kiss all the time. There would be no sentiments attached. All you have to do is shut your eyes, tilt your head to a comfortable side, part your lips and brush your lips against his. " The photographer painted a vivid picture, obviously upset by the attitude I displayed. Felix looked at me for my consent. I reminded myself that all the kisses I ever gave to Clyde were fake and I reminded myself why I accepted to marry Felix. I then pulled close to Felix and did as the photog

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

“Wait a minute. If the kiss was so damn innocent, then what’s the big deal?” Sade laughed, throwing her towel at Isla. “I’m not saying it was bad! It was nice, okay? It was a kiss I liked, but it wasn’t... intense. It was just, like, sweet and simple. Like, ‘aw, that’s cute.’ You know what I mean?” Isla thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, I guess that makes sense. But now I have a real question for you.” “What’s that?” Sade asked, brushing her hair.

For almost an hour and I did not want to stop, even if I would have to eventually say bye and get ready for school. ME : I miss you too Baby 😭 ME : I miss kissing you. ME : I miss you kissing me. ME : I miss you touching me 🙈 BESTIE : Ohhhh i miss that so much too. BESTIE : I miss my hands touching and caressing your soft skin, every curve, every inch. BESTIE: I miss the way you feel under my fingertips. Like silk. Like heaven. BESTIE: I miss the sounds you make when I touch you in just the right spot.

“Curious, Your Highness? Am I not allowed to surprise you?” His lips curled—not quite a smile. More like a warning. “Surprises,” he said, “usually come with a price.”

"Charlie got me the interview. I blew it. They wanted him, not me." The pieces clicked. The adversary. The resentment. The way Luca kissed Charlie like he was drowning.** Daniel’s phone buzzed again. Unknown Number:Poor Luca. Always second best. Luca snatched the phone, his hands shaking. "This ends now." I hope you have been enjoying my story so far; continue reading to find out more scenes unfold.

Her incandescent gaze locked into mine. Her lips against my throat. I close my eyes. I am lost. — You lie so well to others… but not to me. Her mouth travels up to mine. She brushes my lips. Not a kiss. Just a threat. A promise. — Do you want me to kiss you, Éric? I nod. — Say it, she commands. — Kiss me, Jade. Please… She smiles. And she kisses me. Not a kiss. An inferno. She devours me. She crushes me. She tears me away from myself. And I let her.

I replied as I throw death glares over him. "You’re really reckless, Aizhyrra. Who the hell in this world will fucking sign the fucking contract without fucking reading it?" he asked with his dangerous voice. “Excuse me? I am not reckless! You’re just manipulative! I can’t believe that you tricked me into this just because I kissed you. I regret doing it!” I rolled my eyes on him. Trizhor smirked devilishly again. “Oh baby, believe me, I love to kiss you all over again.”

Ever. He’d been an amazing kisser, no doubt about that: the best mouth I’d ever had the pleasure of tasting. I’d enjoyed the past half hour with him more than I could remember enjoying much of anything, and we’d connected on an almost cosmic level. But no man was worth the wrath of Lana Judge on a bitter, jealous angry bender. I valued my life more than that. This had to stop here and now, before it went any further.