Kiss London After Midnight Novels & Stories

My eyes drift, and I see Liam standing at the far end, his hands in his pockets, his face emotionless as he strides toward us. I catch a glimpse of Greg sitting on a bar stool at the mini bar. He’s holding a glass, probably filled with whiskey, and his eyes are fixed on us. Liam stops just inches from me. Suddenly, he pulls me into his arms, cups my face, and locks his lips with mine in a kiss. This is no ordinary kiss. It’s a deep, passionate French kiss. Liam bites my lip, making me moan. He pries my mouth open and sucks on my tongue, exploring every inch of it.

"Well, according to English and German folklore, the first person you encounter in the new year – and the nature of this encounter – sets the tone for the coming year. A kiss at midnight is meant to bring about a year full of successful romantic life, while no kiss..." "...a life of loneliness. Great." I frowned. No wonder I was so lonely. "Well, to be fair," Damien tilted his head, considering, "it would only be a year, not the rest of your life. According to folklore, that is." I'd had thirty-two years saying otherwise. "Are you planning on kissing me at midnight?" I asked. "Ha ha," Damien huffed quietly, rolling his eyes. "I wasn't joking," I said flatly. "I'm asking you, asshole. Unless

Adora helplessly argued. "Is that so? Then she is welcome to do her worst!" Further attempts to convince Edwardo to release the siren were futile. The man was too blinded by greed to see the impending doom. And it came. The quiet waters of the golden seas suddenly became turbulent as several groups of sirens in their hundreds swam towards the surface. At exactly midnight, the scaly-tailed creatures crawled out of the water, shifting immediately to dazzling beauties. They ventured into the city and the once quiet night was disturbed with screams and cries of agony.

"My goodness, Kenneth, are you restarting already? Do you ever stop flirting?" "It's true! Look at those lips; what kind of lipstick is that?" He says curiously, peering at them. Kita became even more shy about giving him the name of it, but she went on and said it anyway. "Midnight passion." Kenneth looked at her lips, smiling with those dreamy eyes. "mm...I ccan'twait to taste it." Kita had to admit to him. "W it until you taste them, too." She uttered, laughing softly. Shyly snickering at what she had just expressed, she said. "Oh my, I can't believe I said that."

Perhaps ignorance is bliss, but the curiosity that killed the cat is always present. "Kate, you're just in time," Madam Rosie said as Kate entered the shop. "Good morning, Madam Rosie." Kate greeted her as she placed her bag on the table. "Good morning, Kate. How was your night?" Kate wanted to say 'horrible' but instead, she said "It was lovely Madam. Yours?" "Good Kate." "You wanted me to do something?" Kate inquired. "Yes, an order came in late last night. We must deliver the last badge of that linen to Madam Castrol "I'd like you to deliver them this morning."

the amber-eyed beauty announced and suddenly stood up. The sudden view of her beautiful curves sent a rush of heat down my body, and I took a sharp breath, standing up too. At that moment, the male voice from the speakers came again. "Ladies and gentlemen, one more minute, and then the countdown will begin." "What's all the fuss about midnight on New Year?" I asked just as she was about to leave. "You don't know?" The masked woman asked, surprise coloring her voice. "It's because of the Legend of The Kiss of Eternal Love."

Elektra hugged Avyanna fiercely and sobbed into her hair. “ That was a terrible one”. “Elektra, I'm fine. Those demons will never mess with me again. They have tasted a few of my flames and I don't think coming back will be in their dictionary.” Time flew, and it was already 7. p.m. The girls began to do their make-up. Avyanna decided that tonight Midnight would shimmer like stars in the sky. She applied delicately mild makeup on her face. Avyanna decorated her eyelids with silver and glossed up her lips. It gave her an angelic look. Her gray eyes stood out and plump pink lips bubbled and shimmered.

It was as obvious as the smile she gave me when she came in that we would be ending up on her queen-sized bed tonight. "I came to take you home." She said before placing her beautiful soft lips on mine. Our mouths danced their brand of mating for some few minutes before we both came up for air. Her red lipstick was smudged and her hair, which I had buried my fingers in during the kiss, was rumpled. There was no way someone would see her and not know what we'd done or what we were going to do. But Kate didn't give one damn about their opinion, and I didn't either. As far as I was concerned we were two consenting adults. My last sex had been more than a month and it had been because Kate had t

she described all the kinky things they did last night, the guy was apparently an owner of a club downtown. I am amused by the way she talks about this guy because she blushes. When did this girl ever blush about her conquests?! Never. I shake my head with her amusing antics. We spent the whole afternoon watching 'Lucifer'. This series is an entertaining one especially, getting involved with a certain devil. The way he was created is like out of the books. It was already nearing night time, we should be there by six-thirty in the evening. I finished baking banana muffins for Raffaele and cheesecake for their mother since I don't know what she would like.

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.”