Kiss Me If You Can Novel Spoiler นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Linda shot me a look and whispered so only I could hear, “When you’re young, you don’t appreciate how great younger guys are. You waste time chasing older men instead.” I nodded, impressed. Maybe she never liked Calvin that much in the first place. With her target shifted, I finally relaxed. Caleb wasn’t even mentioned in the original storyline, so he wouldn’t fall under the heroine’s influence. More people arrived, and someone suggested playing King’s Game. A girl drew the King card and waved it proudly. “Whoever has cards two and six has to kiss. Full tongue.” I had planned to play a couple of rounds, sneak away, and go upstairs to eavesdrop. Then I flipped my card.

Not mine to be exact but still all the characters I have read in the novel are mine, I mean I read the novel in my phone, the phone is mine so are the characters in the novel. "Even though your painting sucked your explanation stole all the points." Sebastian declared and I pinched his cheeks thanking him for his compliment. Yeah it was a compliment. Sebastian praises like that. My eyes automatically searched for the missing hot male lead and then it hit me. Daphne's in danger and Eros is going to fight. I can't miss this. EROS MILLER LOOKING HOT WHILE PUNCHING GOONS. TIME SKIP Biting my nails I waited patiently for Eros to show up. But that damn bunny is not showing up. What the fuck is he

' She scolded her heart. 'He says he likes me? Bullsh*t, first he refuses to listen to you, then he confesses his feelings for someone else, then he kisses you and confesses he has feelings for you? Does that even make sense?' Ivana mentally scolded herself. 'And you kissed him back, you idiot!' Her subconscious self snarled at her. "Oh damn!" They both yelled out. ***

Isabella’s POV I am floating on Cloud number nine. I got my first kiss today from the man of my dreams. I always hoped for someone so kind, loving, and sweet for my first kiss. Zander treats me like I’m the most precious thing ever. Sigh. The reality is, though, I’m destined for evil incarnate. Antonio DeMarco will rip my world apart. I’m so glad the kiss on my wedding day with Antonio won’t be my first kiss. Gosh, if he knew I kissed Zander, he would torture him to death. We need to keep this a secret.

“You’re just a plaything. Not qualified to call me that.” I nearly broke character and laughed out loud. Then he kissed me through the steam, and I definitely lost the ability to breathe, think, or pretend. But when he lifted me and carried me toward the bed, I panicked again. My hands were shaking as I pushed at his chest. “Wait—wait—stop. You need to conserve energy. Health and longevity!” He pried my hands away effortlessly. “In that little trash novel of yours, what just happened was the appetizer. We haven’t even started.”

Killian purred, kissing me lingeringly. Happiness fizzed inside me like bubbles in a champagne bottle. Breaking the kiss naturally, I held out my hand between us to admire the pain-causing trinket. “It’s amazing, Killian,” I whispered. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” “And every moment after that.” Somehow, I managed to pull myself away from him and head to the bathroom. I shrieked when I saw myself in the bathroom mirror. “Killian, why didn’t you tell me I look like a melting clown?!”

, he whispers the question in my ear, his husky voice making my hair stand on end. I lost! Damn it! I lost! Pressing my lips against his, I failed miserably to contain my mad need to kiss this man. I wanted him, I wanted to feel his lips more than anything right now. He grabs my waist and presses me even harder against the wall, initiating another intense, desire-filled kiss. However, we hear the door handle turn and we break the kiss, he takes one of his hands from my waist and closes the cabin door. Filippo leans over me, leans his head against the wall and bites his lower lip with a smile.

But just as Neil blew out the candles, Ken Yimo suddenly leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Neil's cheek. Seeing this scene, a fire of rage ignited within me, and a single thought consumed my mind: to hit him. I nearly crushed my phone in my grip, my breath quickening with anger. That seemingly harmless kiss from Ken Yimo was laden with a twisted desire. Neil hesitated for a moment, smiling awkwardly, as if he didn’t comprehend the implications behind the gesture. But I knew the truth—this monster was cloaking his ambitions in warmth, meticulously luring Neil deeper into his trap with every move he made.

I was ready to embrace life’s fullest potential. I tried the first door, only to find it locked tight. I gave the knob a good shake, but it was no use. As I wandered around the room, my steps barely made a sound on the plush rug that covered the polished mahogany floor. Just as I was about to try the next door, I felt a sudden presence behind me. Before I could react, I was spun around and met with a delightful kiss. The surprise of the kiss quickly melted into pure joy, and I found myself savoring the simple, yet electrifying touch of his lips.

Every time I catch one, five more explode right behind it. I have been set up, and I fell right into the trap. Something must kill a man. I think. Mine had to be a woman. “What do you want to do?” Elias finally asks. I don’t answer right away. I finally lift the whiskey to my lips and take a slow burning sip. I allow my mind trail the flow of the alcohol down my stomach. My eyes drift toward the front of the bar. Someone walks by outside, just a shadow in the glass, and my entire body shivers. Just for a second.