Kiss Of Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

If he knew he was going to die, why the fuck did he kiss me? *******************************************

“But it's true. In the end, I can't blame you. That one was a real knockout. Tell me, was he a good kisser?” “Good kisser?” Lina waved her hands as if she were feeling hot. “That’s far from the truth. The guy was great at kissing! He tasted like…Chocolate.” They both giggled, their faces flushed. “It's a shame you didn't get his number...” Maddie lamented. “He doesn't have a friend, does he?” “Yeah, yeah… Such a shame.” “Noah was looking at you with the face of someone who ate something really bitter,” Lina puffed out her chest and pouted. Maddie knew that when she did that, it was because she had messed up. “I can't believe it, you did it on purpose!”

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.

Or ruin. And gods, she wanted both. “You’re not afraid?” he asked, voice low. “I’m terrified,” she whispered. He stepped closer. “Then why stay?” “Because I’d rather die with you than live without you.” That broke something in him. He reached out for her. And then he kissed her. Ronan She was fire and fury, and the only thing keeping him from falling apart. His mouth crashed against hers, not gentle or soft, this wasn’t about comfort. It was about survival. About tasting the one thing he thought he didn’t deserve.

Because of the voice recording that was sent to everyone in the Frosthowl pack, all werewolves heard about Matthew's affair and his forcing his Luna to commit suicide by jumping into the lake. His image of a devoted lover was completely shattered. Ever since I, the Frosthowl pack's Luna Amber, took my own life, Matthew became a little deranged. During the day, he would always sit by the lake, mumbling to himself. Werewolves who had seen him would criticize him. "His scandal has been exposed. Why is he still pretending to be devoted? Does he still think that he has the image of a loyal partner?"

*POV Supreme Alpha:** She stood before me, so close that our lips almost touched. The possibility of a kiss, a final moment of happiness before imminent death, hung in the air. However, before that desire could materialize, she pushed me firmly, abruptly breaking the connection that could have formed between us.

He worked his way back to my tender, smooth lips. Then, he ended the kiss. "Your turn." he raggedly whispered. W-What? Oh, right. His questions. "Um... two," I said unsteadily. "Two have touched me... that way." He made a rough noise. "Due morti." (Two dead men) I frowned. "I'm not going to tell you stuff if you're going to kill people because of it." Odd I needed to make that clear... but that was where I was.

"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.

I said gently, hoping that it was some type of consolation as I moved my face to kiss her cheeks. She turned her head then, and pressed her lips against mine. At first, it was a long, lingering kiss, affectionate and reflecting my current emotion, how much more precious she seemed to me after all the near-death experiences we had in this city. I could die for her. I could die for this woman. And suddenly, we were tearing at each other’s clothes, impatient. Hands moved roughly, teeth nibbled, loud moans, lusty cries, and soon we were fucking in the backseat as our car sped across Budapest in the freezing snow.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.