Kiss My Name Novels & Stories

The atmosphere inside the car instantly turned icy. She turned away again, presenting me with the back of her head and making it clear she had no intention of continuing the conversation. After a while, I took the initiative to break the silence: “What’s the name of this marriage candidate? I should at least know who my future husband is. “If he’s some eighty-year-old grandfather, I’ll need to stock up on heart medication in advance.” Her eyes remained closed. She didn’t even bother looking at me. “Julian Cooper. About your age.”

“This is not a thing. You kissed him. It was good. Let it go.” I heard a soft knock and I opened the door thinking it was a flight attendant. It was him. Before I could speak, he slipped in and locked the door behind us. “I followed you this time” he said, voice rough. Needy. I forgot how to breathe. The space between us felt tiny. He looked at me, his voice quieter now. “We don’t have to do names. Or details. But I want to kiss you again.” I swallowed. “Then do it.”

I still remembered the first thing he said to me. "What's your name, baby girl?" It was a whisper he purred to my right ear. He slowly uncovered my mouth, sending a clear warning using his eyes telling me to not scream. "Cassie... no... erm... Cassandra Moore." I guessed Riccardo could sense how much I adored him because he swiftly just kissed me passionately after I told him my name.

"I didn't know you're Mr. and Mrs. Kramer's son." The guy chuckled. "Of course you didn't. You don't even know my name,” he stated matter-of-factly. "Oh... right,” she mumbled, looking down the floor. The guy suddenly held her hand then kissed it lightly. "I'm Mykel Angelo Kramer. But you can just call me, My,” he ended with a wink. ***

Here I was confronted with the cutest boy I had seen, and I was making a fool out of myself. "Easy there, cupcake. You might end up choking on your saliva." He said, laughing I giggled. Putting the plate down, I patted my hands and stood in front of him with a smile. "Kiara. Kiara Middleton is my name, not cupcake. And, for your information, you can't die by choking on your saliva, gag maybe, but die, I don't think so, plus that's a human thing." I said, smiling at him and putting out my hand to shake his

He kissed me hard, demanding all I had to give with my lips before he released me and stepped away. “My name is Damian Costa, but you can call me yours.”

"You don't use my name, why?" She blinks. Then blinks again. She remains so quiet I don't think she is going to answer me. The groom and the caretaker are doing a good job of ignoring us possibly bored of our little drama. "Kyan." It's a soft whisper. I like the way her lips part as she pronounces my name. I suddenly have this foreign urge to press my lips against hers. To kiss her and taste her. I can't help grinning. "You see? It doesn't hurt to say it, does it?"

Still no reply. I noticed the rose then - silver, shimmering, a Moonlight Kiss. My father's voice echoed: rare, delicate, a labor of love. I lifted one from the debris and held it to the girl. "Pretty?" She nodded, sniffling. "It's the most beautiful rose I've ever seen." "Her name is Moonlight Kiss," I said. "What's your name?" The old man's head snapped up, his gaze piercing mine, thoughtful, unnerving. "My name is Miley Doyole," the girl whispered.

It wasn't until my first month of college that I found out the entire pack had been calling me a leech behind my back. The nickname came from Sienna Blackwood—Lucas's partner. To every wolf in Silvermoon, I was just some weakling squatting on pack land. They saw me use Lucas's pass, saw the tiny cabin at the edge of his territory, and filled in the blanks themselves. I went to find Lucas, thinking he'd defend me like he used to when we were pups. But he just waved a hand, didn't even look up from whatever he was doing, and said, "It's just a nickname, Elena. Sienna's joking around. You're being too sensitive." Then he added, "Besides, you're always around me. You use my pass, you live a sto

He asked for this. “Let’s go, Vikings,” Maven announced referring to his teammates. He then looked at me apologetically then cupped my cheeks. “Sorry for that, mosh. I love you,” he whispered then kissed me.