Kiss Him Not Me Characters Novels & Stories

Neil rubbed his hands in excitement and Lara gasped in shock. “Kiss a stranger?” She looked at her friends in much doubt. “Do not be a chicken Lara!” “Go for it!” “Fine!” Lara started to walk towards the entrance of the bar area, and halted looking at it patiently. “Good gracious. I hope it is a guy at least.” She frowned holding the handle of the door. Just then the door opened and a handsome man in a crisp suit, dark eyes and brown hair entered the bar. Without giving it much thought Lara blocked his way, and pulled him closer to her body. She tilted her head and planted a deep and passionate kiss on his lips.

“Not yet, princess. Stay.” "But-" “Hush.” I opened my mouth again, but he didn't let me say anything as he bent down and kissed me. It wasn’t a deep, hungry kiss or even like the one he had given me as my first kiss, this was more like he wanted to shut me up. He glanced at his watch one more time and it gave me an impression like he was waiting for something or someone. Then, he gave me a soft smile as he ordered, “On your knees." ____ A. Gupta

He said, “Don’t act stupid. You should remember where you are.” She was living in Rosé, Asher’s private mansion, and she could not deny it. Asher gave Calantha a rough French kiss. It was not the first time they had kissed, but Calantha hated this feeling. Calantha widened her eyes, watching Asher warily. Asher’s tongue entered her mouth, discovering every nook and cranny in it. Calantha could feel the coffee taste from Asher’s tongue. It was bitter.

I slipped my tongue into her mouth and explored with a demand to open up and submit to me. Replying in kind, she forgot about fighting me. She gave up on bickering. Too stunned and energized with this forbidden kiss, she opened up. Her head tilted to the side, giving me access to deepen the kiss. That barbed tongue of hers tangled and dueled with mine, and when I growled into her mouth, impatient for all she could give me, she mewled and sucked on my lower lip. She's not yours. She's not yours. I knew it. The mantra in my head wasn't anything new. Anastasia wasn't my woman to kiss or play with. She belonged to Lev, but I had to vent a little bit of the frustration I felt about that.

She sat on Ryan's laps her hands around his neck “You are right. You are my first kiss so why don't I make me your last?” She moved her head untill their forehead touched “Kiss me” she told him, she had nothing to lose afterall, A simple kiss wouldn't change anything Ryan slowly pressed his lips on hers and began to kiss her, the wave of emotions Dora was experiencing was nothing she was familiar with yet she liked every bit of it, Ryan was probably the best kisser in the world. She kissed him back their tongues sucking the hell out of each other,

Nana and the rest shouted from outside but they ignored as the two love birds continued kissing. *** HE KISSED HER FIRST AND HE ENDED UP WITH HER. ******THE END******

" In an instant, the crowd erupted in furious shouts. "Dr. Summer is the real victim! Who would want a husband like that?" "First loves are impossible to let go of. I'm all for Mr. Jenkins and Dr. Summer being together!" "Dr. Smith ignored his wife and blamed everyone else. Serves him right!" I had become the joke of the day. Thomas, who had been lying on the ground, stirred and looked at me with a smug smile.

“Something between us. Something… secret.” I hesitated, unsure what he meant. “A deal?” “Yes,” he said softly, leaning closer. “I want you… but not just like this. I want a commitment. Not public, not traditional, but… a contract. Between us. Do you understand?” My mind spun. A contract? Secret agreements? Desire and fear collided within me, and I realized that I was already so entangled in him that I couldn’t say no. “I… I don’t know,” I whispered, heart racing.

he confessed, a hint of vulnerability shining through his confident demeanor. Before I could respond, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. I was momentarily taken aback, but the intensity of the moment swept me away. I responded to his embrace, reciprocating the desire that had been brewing within me for far too long. His lips were soft and inviting, his tongue dancing with mine in a perfect rhythm. It was a kiss unlike any other—a culmination of longing, yearning, and unspoken desires.

"You need to calm down before you actually hurt someone." "You're hurting me right now," I manage, breath catching, and for a fraction of a second something flickers across his face, uncertainty maybe, or the ghost of the boy who used to actually care what happened to me. It doesn't last. Rita whimpers something about her cheek, and his attention snaps back to her instead, his grip on my wrist somehow tightening further in his distraction. Then the world explodes.