Kiss Him Not Me Characters Novels & Stories

PAST: Shefali's POV The air in the grand hall shimmered with a deceptive lightness, a stark contrast to the tumultuous storm brewing within me when I laid my eyes on him. He moved through the crowd, a magnetic force, his laughter rippling across the polished floors, his handshakes warm and genuine. Damon Knight. The name itself felt like a paradox, a whisper of both torment and tantalizing possibility.

And then he whispered, “I love you, Scarlett.” My heart stopped. Scarlett. I tried to move, to slip away—but he pulled me closer. His lips captured mine in a kiss so passionate. Tender. Hungry. And I didn’t stop him. Because for a moment, just one, I let myself pretend. That he was kissing me. “Fuck,” Damien groaned, grabbing his head as he pushed me to the side and collapsed back onto the bed. I sat up, watching him for a moment. He was out cold again, snoring softly.

"I know. You are supposed to be my stepsister. Except you are not really Raven so maybe you are not. You are involved with Lucas Hart, except I think you are using him. You have secrets that could destroy both of us. It is all very complicated." "Then why..." "Because complicated is interesting. And you are the most interesting thing that has happened to me in years." He leaned in slowly, giving me time to pull away. To stop this before it started. I should have stopped it. Should have remembered that I was supposed to be focused on Lucas. On getting justice for Rachel. On saving Ethan. But Kieran's eyes held mine and I could not look away. When his lips touched mine, something inside me bro

She breaks the kiss and looks me dead serious in the eyes. “Kiss me as you would kiss your trash of girl”, - she says, and I feel the anger building up. I grab the back of her beck with more strength than I should, and I kiss Karen; I kiss her with despair and with hate. My tongue dominated her, and I make her breathless. Once we break the kiss, she smiles and says something about being the best kiss ever. I honestly wasn’t paying to attention to her crap.

Cheers and applause erupted from the onlookers, acknowledging the intensity of their chemistry. As the kiss ended, Kim took a step back, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. With a playful smile, she teased Asher about his earlier proposition. She expressed her desire to be courted in a more traditional manner, longing for the gestures of romance that often accompanied the early stages of a budding relationship. The noise of the crowd blended with the sound of their laughter as Asher eagerly agreed to Kim's request. He recognized the importance of taking the time to woo and cherish her, understanding that their connection deserved to be nurtured in a way that went beyond the heat of the moment

I mean its true. He’s Daniel Green. The golden boy. I’m Kisses Jackson. The lonely nerd. “I love you Kisses, I really do. Don’t listen to them. You and I both know that you aren’t a prude” He holds my face, staring in my eyes, a small smirk on his face. “Daniel yes I am. I’ve literally done shit” I blush, kissing him on the cheek. “I see some of the clothes you wear. Risky stuff Kiss” He jokes.

I forced my jaw to relax, lifted my chin, and gave a slow, calm smile. “I guess people here don’t like secrets?” I said, my voice smooth but a little teasing. “My name is Medor Thornwell. I was kicked out by my family in the west. I’m here to find my place with the powerful Devereux family, where strength and smarts matter.” Lucien’s eyes got smaller. I could see he wasn’t sure if he believed me. For a moment, I thought I failed. But then his face changed a little—he wasn’t happy, but he was interested.

I gently reassured them, guiding them to the couch with promises that I'd join them shortly. Knox pulling me into the kitchen caught me off guard, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he acted. His lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss that vibrated like a spark igniting a flame. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, unspoken promises and deep-seated desires. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, a turbulent mix of love, fear, and hope, swirling in that single, passionate gesture.

“Unless you want me to take you again.” Her pulse jumped. “I am hurting already… please, let me go,” she whispered, her voice almost trembling. “Kiss me first,” he replied, his mouth curving mischievously as he leaned closer. For a moment, she shook her head again and again, trying to resist. But she knew he would not release her unless she gave in. With a reluctant sigh, she leaned forward and pressed her lips quickly against his, her heart racing as she did it. Kieran chuckled, amused by her hesitance, and finally sat up. Moving to her side, he unlocked the cuff that had been biting into her skin. “Happy now?” he asked with a smile that only made her roll her eyes in secret.

They kissed for not just one, but in three full seconds! When Kyle let go of her lips, he leaned down his forehead against hers, caressing the side of her cheek. After grinning in contentment, he raised his godly face and glanced in the direction of Camilla and Joan. Of course, he failed not to show Warren his domineering stare, silently making a statement, 'Gaby is mine!' While Gabrielle flushed at her boyfriend's actions, Kyle asked, "Does that... satisfy you... Camel?" "Ca - Camilla," Camilla unwittingly corrected.