Kiss Her Goodbye Book Novels & Stories

It feels like the one last time. The one last kiss. I desperately suck her lips as she grabs my shirt to keep up with the passion and longings bursting out of me. I hug her tightly during the kiss to feel her heartbeat against mine. After a long passionate kiss, I let her go while breathing heavily as she stares at me, our faces just half an inch apart. She gapes at me with a lot of questions and confusion in her eyes. Soon, she'll get to know all the answers.

Her guard was down. She kissed him like it meant something. Because it did. It wasn’t about sex. It wasn’t even about survival. It was about feeling, and the bond, and choosing to stay when she could’ve run. He kissed her back like it was the only thing keeping him alive. His hands were everywhere, slow, reverent. She climbed into his lap, careful of his ribs, and felt him tremble beneath her. Not with weakness. With restraint. “Let go,” she whispered.

It's dull and soulless. "Alessia, I waited for you for so long. Now that you are here, you can fulfill now my wish." She smiled darkly and I felt my hair raising and developing goosebumps. "Only you can kill the king, Alessia. Kill him...because you don't love him. Kill him because he deserves to die." She eerily commanded like I was some sort of command machine.

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

I regained a little confidence to ask. “ Anywhere that would be convenient for you" She smiled brightly at me. How miraculously did her smile heal my broken heart? Unknowingly, I pulled her to myself and hugged her tightly. She reciprocated the hug as we remained engrossed in each other's warmth. I missed her so much. I doubt she doesn't miss me too. With our hearts pounding in our chests, I slowly pulled Everleigh from my body and initiated a kiss for the first time. We kissed. Not deep but it was able to settle the feud between us even without anyone apologizing.

"I'm so sorry." Anastasia extended her hand. "Come with us," she said. "Choose something other than obedience." Katerina looked at that hand like it was the most dangerous thing in the room. Like taking it would cost her everything. Which it would. She took it anyway. The scarred operative saw the moment she lost. She didn't run. She didn't beg. She just stood up, smiled at Katerina with something that might have been forgiveness, and charged at Alexei's contact.

Still, she steadied herself and continued packing casually. "I'm not going anywhere. It's just that some of my clothes have gotten old and moldy, and I was planning to donate them." "Donate them? Why?" Carina smiled and looked up at Aster. "Have I never told you before? From a young age, I grew up in a—" She couldn't finish her sentence because Aster interrupted her. That was because his phone just started ringing then, and he was immediately too distracted to continue listening to Carina. Carina caught sight of the caller ID on Aster's phone screen just as he lifted the phone to his ear. The contact was saved as "Kitty".

She rushed back to the young man and handed him the inhaler. He immediately took it, thanked her, and ran out of the house. She stood by the door, half of her body outside. She stretched her neck a little to see the person in the car. All her efforts proved abortive as the person she was trying so hard to see was facing the other way. She could only see his honey blond hair and his right hand. He appeared to be reading a book before the asthma attack. Her lips curved into a smile when she saw the name of the book he was reading. It was her second published novel 'EVERYONE HAS A LIL SIDE OF CRAZINESS.' She wrote the book when she moved into her apartment with her three closest friends. Stayin

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

I saw her eyes soften for a split second, and before I could think, before I could stop myself, I moved. I stepped into her space and cupped her face with my hands. She didn't pull away this time. Her breath hitched. "Kai..." she whispered. I didn't let her finish. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. It wasn't the kind of kiss we should have been having. It wasn't careful or slow. It was desperate. It was a goodbye and a plea all wrapped into one. It tasted like salt and fading hope. For a moment, she kissed me back, her fingers clutching the front of my jacket. The world around us—the scandal, the scholarship, the looming deadline—disappeared.