Kiss Marry Kill Game Novels & Stories

He tilted their heads from side to side, savoring every inch of her cherry lips. The cool air caressed them. The sea seemed to notice the couple atop the cliff. They broke the kiss with a soft pop. Killian’s arm slid under her knees and lifted her off the ground. Rosa gasped when her feet left the ground. Then she blinked. Her lavender stones met his blues in surprise. Their noses brushed. “Let’s get married.” Killian purred. Rosa’s lips curved into a cute smile and her palm found his cheek, staring deep in his eyes “Let’s do that.”

On the night of our engagement, my best friend was perched on my fiancé's lap, playing the knife game. One flick of the dagger in Killian's hand would sever the strap. A humorless laugh escaped me as I drew my custom pistol. If we were going to play, we might as well go all in. The entire casino fell silent. Every eye was locked on me. Killian gave me a lazy smile. "Be a good girl. This game isn't for you. Go back to your cabin and rest."

He crashed his lips on mine. I'm in love with Killian, and no amount of money, stability or man power can change that "Killian" "I don't like you" "I Love you too Marissa, I love your beautiful red hair, your bright smile, the way your eyes shine everytime you see me, the way your face lights up when you're excited, the way your skin feels against mine, the way you're the only woman who can beat me at chess, and loves the Primer League, I love the way I feel when I'm with you, I'd do anything to keep you forever, and if I have to get married, then so be it, just as long as I have you"

He said " So you don't need to be jealous, even if I have other women, you are my only mate " " I don't want to have anything to do with you, I fucking wished I had pulled that trigger when we met!" She hated him, she hated him so much. Lisa wanted to throw up when Killian grabbed her suddenly and pressed a rough kiss on her lips. She yelped when his teeth sank on her bottom lip, the taste of blood filled her mouth. When he had enough, he pushed her away roughly causing her to almost stumble to the ground. Killian didn't look at her again. He picked up his glass and raised it. " Let's drink on the celebration of my engagement. Cheers to my lovely wife "

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.

“Wait what? You make love under what?” “You heard it right. Something similar to marriage is making love. We make love and a mark that symbolizes love for each other will appear somewhere in your body,” Kenshi explained. “Why? Did you want to get married?” Mizuko’s cheek started turning red. Their ways are so different and it’s weird to her too but it isn’t that bad. But then what about the players? Do they marry anyone who makes love to him?

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

I wanted to put distance between us backing up towards the wall, but Cast saw that as an invitation. Cast stepped closer, his hand coming up to tilt my chin toward him. His touch was electric, a spark that made my skin itch. My wolf peered inside of me. This is what we want. Him. Mate. "If you refuse, Kieran won't be the one who kills you. I will. I love that man more than I love my own life, and I won't let your stubbornness get him executed by the Council."

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

He grins. “I’m not your wife.” I scold him. “You didn’t say no. Silence means consent. You can’t take it back. You’re my wife.” “Really?” So silence means consent. That’s a cool saying. He must be smart to know it. “Yes. So what’s your name?” “Kayla.” I tell him.