Kiss Me Liar Novels & Stories

I spat, the lie sharp on my tongue—a blade I wielded to cut us both. His thumb grazed my jawline, calloused and deliberate, pausing to press against the pulse point beneath my ear. “Mentirosa. (Liar)” The word curled like smoke, dark and knowing, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. His smirk deepened, eyes glinting with a predator’s certainty. “You kiss like it means everything,” he murmured, his voice a velvet rasp. His other hand drifted to the small of my back, fingertips skimming the waistband of my jeans—a featherlight touch that scorched.

I started, placing one hand on her shoulder to show temporary comfort. "I'll tell you about something called the almadate. My friend Luke, the tall one you must have seen with me on news, he invented it as a temporary means against the liar gas so when you told me you found out I was bisexual, the only way to protect myself was to lie." I sighed, moving further up the bed, drawing my knees to my chest and leaning my elbow against them. "But that's the same thing as lesbianism." She pointed out, a disapproving look on her face.

Sabrina asked so suddenly and drank a shot of her drink, smiling in a flirty way at me, and I chuckled, couldn't believe she was still trying to play games with me. "Well, yeah, you should be grateful, you are the luckiest woman in the world cause you are the only one who made me kiss a girl," I asked and her face suddenly painted a confused look, making me think what she was thinking that she was staring at me like that. "Made you kiss a girl? Don't tell me you are gay? Oh-My-Gosh, you kissed me like a pro so you're good because you're actually into men, and what you mean by I made you kiss a girl because you actually kiss men not women?" she said in hurry, she seemed couldn't believe that

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

Kai’s jaw tightened, their passionate kiss—Gianna’s fire, their brief surrender—a spark that burned through his focus. Gianna Moretti stood by a window, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she monitored comms. Her arm graze was a faint ache, her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—a weight. Their kiss, Kai’s hands on her, had cracked her walls, but vulnerability scared her, her heart a battlefield. She glanced at Kai, their bond a fire, their trust tested by the burner phone, now a distant shadow.

In the faint glow of the emergency exit sign, he looked tired and messy. Still hot though. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he said. “You called me a moron,” I finally said, my voice cracking a little. “For falling in love after one kiss, FYI…. It was two kisses and I’m not in love with you.” “I’m—“

I thought about her nonstop for two years, why did I think once will be enough? "Go away, Xavier." Rain says from inside the house. "We need to talk." "Last night was a onetime thing, we both agreed." "I want to revisit the terms of our agreement." "I'm not interested, it wasn't that good." Liar. "Say swear." She doesn't say it. The silence lasts for 10 seconds before she opens the door. The first thing I do is kiss her. "I missed your lips." I say to her. She rolls her eyes. "I want you, Rain."

It was bitter. Asher broke the kiss, looking at Calantha’s blush face. She gasped, could feel the burning passion as she looked into his beautiful amber eyes. The smeared lipstick stains that their kiss had created made Asher look silly. Calantha pursed her lips, looked down at his chest. But Asher grabbed her chin, forcing her to raise her head, looking into his gaze. The smeared lipstick stain had more attraction to Calantha than Asher’s sharp eyes. Calantha found it amusing, she smiled at first, but when Asher did not take any decisive action to stop her; she laughed out loud.

"I kissed him." Lia confessed and covered her face with the pillow. She still couldn't believe what she had done. Jane's expression showed that she couldn't believe it either. "You kissed him? As in on the lip?" Lia rolled her eyes but didn't remove the pillow from her face. "You know what a kiss is, Jane Austin." "Of course I do I'm just shocked that you, Amelia Lawson, the shy 21 year old actually initiated a kiss."

“Make love to me.” “Yes, Liera,” he leaned over to kiss me, his lips flavoured with smoke and man. “I will do that.”