Kiss Drarry Novels & Stories

Diara Alpha Kennis suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me in for a deep kiss. I could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against my stomach. I raised my hands to push him away, but to my surprise, I let them fall back to my sides. A small moan escaped my lips. My heart raced, and I found myself tempted to kiss him back. He growled his approval and continued to explore my mouth with his passionate tongue. Kennis hiked up my dress and then pulled away.

“You stopped hiding it months ago.” “I thought I was being subtle.” “You were terrible at it.” Before I could defend myself, Draven reached up and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. The familiar gesture made me smile. “I love you too.” The words were quiet, but they carried more weight than any grand declaration ever could. Darius leaned closer. “So do I.” Without thinking, I closed the distance between us and kissed Draven first. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t driven by desperation like our kisses during the war.

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.

Glad to see I'm not the only one affected by the kiss. "Man, you don't have to ignore us just because you didn't come." Derrick says. I smile and tune back in to the conversation they're having. By some stroke of luck, Camden and Derrick open their lockers at the same time and smelly green goo shoots out of their lockers and hits their faces. Everyone in the hallway freezes. They don't know if they should laugh or be afraid of what is to follow. "Who did this?" Derrick screams. I look at the spot where Rain was standing and I see that she's gone. I'll have to get someone else to open my locker for me. This shit stinks.

Then he looked away. “Not bad, for a fresh face,” someone said next to me. I turned and saw a vampire with slick hair and a smug smile. “You don’t look like the others. What’s your name?” I stayed calm. “Medor Thornwell,” I said in the fake accent I’d practiced. “And you?” “Marcus Voss,” he replied. “Third son of the Voss line. Never heard of your family.” “You wouldn’t have,” I said with a shrug. “We keep to ourselves. Quiet part of the west.”

I unlocked it then opened the message one of my friend just sent My heart drops instantly. It was a picture of Kassy dancing intimately with a guy. That has to be Derrick That must be the bastard Kassy fell for.

she whispered, her eyes blazing, grabbing his shirt, pulling him in. She kissed him, fierce, desperate, a fire to shut his doubts. Kai’s hands cupped her face, his lips hungry, their third kiss a surrender to passion. They stumbled to the couch, her fingers in his hair, his hands on her waist, their bodies pressed, the world fading to their need. Her tank top lifted, his shirt unbuttoned, their touches urgent, a line crossed—until guilt surged, the summit, Dante’s scheme, Alessio’s secret a shadow.

He is possessed by this ghost named Dre, who has him completely wrapped by his middle fing- oh sorry - I mean little finger. “Do you guys want to say your goodbyes a little longer or are you done ?” Kyler asked amused. “I will miss you,” Dre suddenly said before pulling me into one of his infamous, death hugs. No one knew if the love behind them was crazier or the hugs. “Damn ! You are gonna break me,” I choked out and got an effing sp*nk on my butt. What the- …. How dare he !!

"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.

Their legs wrap and tangle around the others and Atticus' fingers rake through Harris’ hair, brushing the wet sweaty hair away from his face. Draven's chest puffed up proudly, satisfied with the mess they made of their mate. He looks so beautiful, so perfect, so satisfied! Atticus presses a kiss to Harris' forehead, nose, and then his lips. The larger Alpha captures the smaller Alpha's lips in a sweet tender kiss. His tongue slips into Harris' mouth and slowly dances with his mate's tongue, twirling, tasting, and massaging until he is satisfied. The larger Alpha ends the kiss with a peck to Harris' lips.