Kiss My Name Novels & Stories

“You’re my everything, Kai. We heal together.” Their lips met in a passionate kiss, a desperate refuge, their bodies entwining as they fell back onto the cot. Her hands gripped his shirt, his fingers tracing her skin, their love a fire that burned through their shared pain. The night became theirs, a sanctuary of whispered vows and tangled limbs, their bond a flame that defied the city’s chaos. Gianna’s voice was soft, fierce, as they lay together. “We’re unbreakable, Castellano.”

The way Kavan looked at me, his intense gaze locked with my own, caused me to melt just a bit. "My name is Kazia," I whispered, still a bit nervous and jittery. "And it's really nice to meet you, Kavan," I replied, unable to mask my happiness. "The pleasure is mine, Kazia," Kavan replied with a smile and my heart leaped with desire as my name rolled off his tongue perfectly.

He leaned closer, his breath was hot against my skin. "What's your name?" "Aria," I whispered and my voice trembled. "Aria," he repeated, and I felt a shiver run down my spine at how he pronounced the name. He brushed a strand of hair away from my face, "I'm Knox." Before I could respond, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was gentle at first, but it quickly deepened, and I melted into the kiss.

My fear strangled me, making every word stick in my throat. Then his palm slammed against the table with a loud, echoing bang! The sound rattled through my bones, jolting me into speech. “My name is—” My voice cracked. I swallowed and tried again. “Katrina Jones… but my friends and family call me Kiki.” He leaned back slightly, repeating the name as if testing its weight. “Kiki.” Hearing him say it made my head snap up. My eyes locked on his face, searching for a clue of what he meant by speaking it that way. His gaze lingered on me, sharp and unreadable, as if he were waiting to see how I would react.

Clearing her throat, she continued, “I was talking about my diary. I named it. The diary Kian gave to Carys. So, I named it ‘Kys’. ‘K’ from your name and ‘ys’ from mine. Isn’t it a lovely name?” “Misleading, I’d say,” I said sharply. ‘Oh, come on. Kian can give a lot more to Carys. A lot better than kys. Perhaps a kiss that’d blow her mind…’ Zarek spoke in my mind. I picked up my papers, pushing Zarek away, clenching my jaws. “Left you disappointed, maybe. Why? Do you want to kiss me?” Her doe eyes traveled from my lips to my eyes. Flustered, I darted up from my chair.

Ambrose and I needed to talk. “Names,” I kissed her lips. “I need names, baby.” They’re going to wish they never saw Kira Song.

I mentally pulled my hair while unconsciously run my fingertips to my ring that I slowly get used to see in my hands every day. I was about to reach the knob of the heavy wooden door that look solid and intact when Sain suddenly do it for me. He grab the knob swiftly and smoothly open the door for me. I look at him with surprise because I didn't notice his footsteps behind me but the asshole just gave me his sexy smile. "Thank you," I mumble. "You're welcome, darling" I turn my back at him gritting my teeth silently. I hate it how he easily address me with different names. Why can't he call me Selena? I prefer if he call me that way.

I whispered, testing how his name felt on my lips again. Something dark flickered in his gaze. His hand shot up to cup my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “Say it again.” I hesitated, feeling something shift between us. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm and demanding. I swallowed, my voice softer this time. “Kaine.” A low growl rumbled from his chest before his lips crashed into mine again. The kiss was different this time, less controlled, more desperate. It was as if he was trying to prove something, to burn himself into me so I wouldn’t forget.

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

"The third beneficiary is a company. Three layers of shell ownership before you reach the actual name." "What name," Elena pressed. Grace said it. Elena felt the room tilt. Not dramatically. The slow tectonic tilt of something that had been moving the entire time revealing its actual direction. She lowered the phone. Looked at Alexander. At Marcus. At Emeka. "Cassin Advisory," she said. Nobody spoke. The dawn outside the window had committed to itself while they were not paying attention. The city below had become the day version. Indifferent and continuous and entirely itself.