Kiss My Name Novels & Stories

I ask myself because I realize that everything reminds me of him. As we reach a nice spot, he smiles at me and then leans down to kiss me again before leaning close to my ear and saying loud enough so I can hear it, “My name is Kevin? What is yours beautiful?” Feeling his hands wrap around my waist, I smile and reply in a softer voice, “I am Ana. It’s nice to meet you.”

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

He was smiling at me,"Babe huh? I like it. And don't act all shy right now when 'babe' was all you were screaming last night" I turned my head quickly towards Mary to see if she heard and she had a rosy cheeks and a smile. I knew that she had surely heard. "Cole..." I said in a warning. "No no, it's now babe. I will kiss you in front of Mary and until you know my name is babe now." He moved his chair back and it happened so fast when he got my hand and pulled me until I fell on his lap. The more I tried to pull away the more he held on and started to kiss me anywhere his lips could land on my face.

Could he get in trouble for this? Despite all of this, I lean in to kiss him again, and he doesn't lean away from me; in fact, he leans into me—my first kiss with my soulmate. I desperately wanted to make him happy; I never wanted to let him down. I part from his lips, "Please, won't you tell me your name? Your real name?" He smiles at me; he doesn't say anything for a moment, then leans into me " It's Patrick," he whispers before pulling me onto him, kissing me deeply.

She would lull people to sleep if she would read a speech with that accent. “Nice to meet you, Vivi,” I smiled elegantly and properly. “Mary, just Vivi? don’t forget me. Selena, I’m Maria, Asher’s cousin,” said Maria, a brunette girl with blue eyes. “Nice to meet you, Maria,” I replied. “Why ‘nice to see you’, have you forgotten we’ve met before?” Maria asked seriously, her face revealing disappointment. I was surprised. In fact, they did not teach me about Selena’s social relationships. Anyway, for Asher, he wouldn’t let me walk out of Rosé without his permission. And that made him feel like I didn’t need to know Selena’s social relationships.

The Secondary paces a bit at the invisible line in front of us before her gaze lands on me once again. Her lips curve into a smile, and I notice her fangs are very small compared to Caius’. “And you,” she says. “Do you have a name, pretty Minx?” Caius narrows his gaze on the Secondary. Fuck, she knows what I am. My hands become clammy, and my arms are so stiff they’re starting to ache with pain. “Kieran,” I whisper through tears. “My name is Kieran.” “It’s nice to meet you, Kieran,” she says. Her voice is a feigned pleasantry as we exchange introductions. “And I’m Bonnie.”

I forced my jaw to relax, lifted my chin, and gave a slow, calm smile. “I guess people here don’t like secrets?” I said, my voice smooth but a little teasing. “My name is Medor Thornwell. I was kicked out by my family in the west. I’m here to find my place with the powerful Devereux family, where strength and smarts matter.” Lucien’s eyes got smaller. I could see he wasn’t sure if he believed me. For a moment, I thought I failed. But then his face changed a little—he wasn’t happy, but he was interested.

Annika’s POV I have been unable to take the stranger’s face out of my mind for the past hour. I am back home in a space that really doesn’t feel like home, pacing the length of my room and trying to think about where I know that man from. My eyes only landed on his features for a quick second, but there is something about him that teases my senses, almost like I have seen him before. And he knows my name. The door opens in the distance, and I walk out of my bedroom. Ares loves his food fresh, so I haven't instructed the chef on what she is to make.

He then slammed the door shut and headed straight to the bedroom. He lifted her flushed face gently with both hands, his voice a low, soothing murmur while saying, "It's going to be alright, Sera. I just need to know—do you know who I am, Sera?" Seraphine, drawn in by his tempting lips, didn't answer his question. Instead, she acted on pure impulse and kissed him first. She then murmured his name, "Eli…" Elliott could no longer restrain himself. He immediately lowered his head and kissed her, tasting the shocking taste of blood combined with the intimate taste of their shared kiss.

She takes my member in her hands and caresses it gently: - Auntie, this feels weird! - What do you mean, weird? - I don't know how to explain it! - But do you like it? - Yes, I like it a lot. - Very well, I'll continue then. - Yes, continue. - You trust me, don't you? - Yes, I trust you. - Okay, I'm going to put it in my mouth. You'll see, you'll like it a lot. - Okay, Auntie. - You know, when I give you these lessons, I'd prefer you call me by my name. My name is Clarisse. Call me Clarisse.