Kiss Him Not Me Shion Novels & Stories

his voice is hoarse and deeper, eyes earnest. I lift my index finger, and a relieved smile breaks on his face before I can say anything. "Just one. You better be good to me." He twirls me around, and I giggle. "Oh honey, you're never going to regret this." he is hugging me, thanking me. His lips find mine and kiss me. I answer his kiss, following his rhythm. Kian is passionate yet gentle, and his kisses are addictive. I rest my hand on his chest as our tongues explore each other, fighting for dominance.

The experience had been way too magical. “Almost saw you as Keira last night though. Then I realized you don't smile much. That's like a kind of reminder that you're not her, but when you smile so brightly, it really does make me forget you're not Keira.” “Sonyou wanted to kiss me too last night?” I asked, and he grinned. “I wanted to kiss Keira, not you.” “Ah, I see.” Then he suddenly moved so close that he literally backed me onto a shelf, leaving me stunned, but he wasn't staring at me.

Leon's voice was hushed and tender, as gentle as the moonlight streaming through the window at that moment. In time, we naturally became a couple. Leon refrained from asking any questions about my history, instead simply stating, "I'm only concerned with the person you are now, Professor Warner, and that's all that matters to me." In the end, we even got married and later welcomed Queenie Henderson, our beautiful daughter, who possessed Leon's signature smile. I thought time had already erased everything about Zachary from my life, leaving not even the faintest trace of a scar.

He looks exactly like Seras if she were eight feet tall, made of magma, and wearing a chef’s apron that says “Kiss the Cook or Get Charred.” He takes one look at Seras and his flaming beard flares brighter. Kōjin (voice like a bonfire laughing): “There’s my girl. Took you long enough to come claim your inheritance.” Seras (tears evaporating before they fall): “Hi… Dad.” He pulls her into a hug that somehow doesn’t incinerate her. Then he turns to the rest of us. Kōjin (grinning at me): “Storm queen. Still making oceans apologize?”

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

She looked up at me with wide, scared eyes, like she wanted me to make everything go away. But how could I? She was shaking in my arms. And honestly… so was I. The floor suddenly shook. The air went icy cold. Through a crack in the door, I saw him. Prince Lucien Devereux. He looked wrong—like he wasn’t meant to be here. His black hair hung over his pale face. His lips were dark with blood. And he was smiling. A slow, cruel smile. Like this was all some sick game to him. His brother, Elias, stood beside him. Quiet. Waiting. Like he was watching a show.

Damon didn’t sleep. Again. The sheets still smelled like her. Or maybe it was a memory. Either way, it strangled him. That kiss… It was nothing like before. It wasn’t love. It was punishment. And God help him—he wanted more of it. His lips still burned with the weight of her mouth. Her breath. Her words. “This kiss isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.” He replayed it a thousand times. And every time it ended the same — with her pulling away. And him… standing in the middle of everything he broke.

"Kiss me." Kieran's eyes searched mine, as if seeking permission. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his lips inches from mine.