Kiss Bad Novels & Stories

To stay strong. I laid beside her and pull her closer to me. I move my face closer to hers, a couple of inches apart. As much as I want to kiss her, but I want it to be like this. As long as they don't touch. I will fight this urge to kiss that pink, luscious lips that are just so fucking soft. So fucking soft that it makes me want for more French kisses, several smack kisses, lip biting, and---fuck. I can't help it but kiss her. Dammit. I pull down her chin using my thumb to open her mouth and kisses her. This is bad, I'm aware of that. But who cares? This bad thing feels so fucking good. No wonder I love doing bad things. Because I feel good doing it.

“We got some damage, my King. Let’s postpone our day of departure and take care of the damage.” Suddenly, Theo pulls Kissa to him and kisses her. I balk, especially at the way he stares at me as I watch him kiss her. The sudden action petrifies me and I can’t look away. When their lips separate, leaving Kissa breathless, Theo says, “I apologize, Princess. We haven’t arrived at Pitchford yet and an attack already happened against me.” Princess Kissa smiles sweetly at him. “Don’t… worry about… it. My older brother already warned… me of the repercussions of being your lover. And I accept all of them.”

As the laughter fades, their curious eyes turn back to me, still gleaming with anticipation. “So, tell us everything,” Zalie prompts, leaning closer, her tone playful yet insistent. I recount the kiss, trying to explain the storm of emotions that came with it, the words tumbling out as I relive the memory. “Yes, I’ve kissed people before,” I admit, clutching a throw pillow to my chest. “Both on set as part of my acting career and… well, in my personal life. But this—this was different.” I trail off, my voice softening as the memory replays in my mind, vivid and electrifying. “With Kassian, it felt like… like—”

That truth had followed me my entire life, but I'd never felt it like I did now. Never felt it like poison in my veins. My phone buzzed against the metal bench. Notifications lit the screen like fire. "Injured Prodigy Kade Kingston Caught Kissing Mystery Girl" "Who Is She? Crawford's Golden Boy's Secret Romance" "EXCLUSIVE: Video of Kingston's Late-Night Kiss Goes Viral" I opened one. Grainy footage of us inside Venom, her lips pressed to mine, my hands tangled in her hair. The comments section was a wasteland.

It tickled so bad that I scratched my lips with my teeth to make it stop. "You sure you're okay with me kissing you the same way he did?" Cas asked, almost snapping me out of this lust for a moment. "Don't kiss me like him." I said, my tone sounding sadder than I meant it to. "Never like him." I hate him. Cas smiled, before his lips met mine in a passionate kiss. He gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him. I locked my wrists behind his neck, deepening our kiss further. My heart was speeding so fast, spreading this warmth through my body. Cas was a damn good kisser, better than Damon, that's for sure. His tongue skillfully licked at my lips lightly. The sensation was overwhelming.

Thankfully the sound of the musical rain falling, I could avoid my phone. I adored the slightly visible rain drops from the far away window in my front as the flashbacks of the kiss occupied my head. Uh, it was not that bad thought. He is cunningly savage but a good kisser. I can still feel his lips on mine. Gosh! What the heck is wrong with me. How can his kiss be good. Nope, it was not. It was not at all good but the worst thing I experienced so far. *knocks on the door*

Maybe it was the whiskey, or the exhaustion, or the way he said it — like he meant me, not the mission. Before I could think twice, I whispered, “Kael.” He turned his head, eyes dark and steady. “Yeah?” I didn’t answer. Just leaned in, slow, searching, until our lips met. The kiss wasn’t soft. It was everything we’d been holding back — fierce, aching, real. The storm outside had ended, but inside me, it was just beginning. When we finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against mine, our breaths tangled. “Bad idea,” he murmured.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

“I offer something she hasn’t done before. A guy, who is a total romantic. I know him well, he wouldn’t kiss easily. He believes in true love and pure souls… You get my point. “ Your_Rock had written, and I hated him after this comment added to the dirty hints he made under my last story. My stomach began to hurt by the thought I had to kiss someone innocent and lie to Jason, this romantic guy, and even to myself. As soon as my drink touched the counter, I gulped it and nodded to the barman for another. “This sounds like a good challenge. Only a fool would reject Allura for a one-night stand, but a relationship guy sounds hard. I vote for him,” No_Joker agreed. “Yeah, kiss this guy, Allura.”

I am too young that time. I closed my eyes tightly when I suddenly step forward towards Mr. Woods and kiss him. It was just a fast and a swift kiss. I immediately step back and stared at him. He is looking at me eyes widened. His lips parted while staring at me. "Goodnight, I will get inside already. Bye." I uttered nervously and left him there. What the hell did you do, Kellah Fazandra?????