Novel & Cerita Kiss Of Death

She stated and suddenly kissed me. That was the first time my lips touched hers. I've kissed so many women in my lifetime but she was unforgettable. The kissed we shared was slow and sensual. We kissed so deep like our lives depend on it. Our clothes were being discarded as our kiss continued to deepen. Then she moaned and called out another man's name. I stopped kissing her and lay her in bed. She was fast asleep after a few minutes. I couldn't help but watch her sleeping. I watch her sleep the entire evening. When I saw the sun was already up I left her alone. I left a note - thanks for the wonderful night.

“You’re mine. I’d die for you if I have to.” Their lips met, urgent and hungry, a desperate collision that carried all the words neither dared speak aloud. Every hesitation, every unspoken promise, every flicker of fear and longing was poured into that kiss. Kieran’s hands moved over her with possessive intent, tracing the curves of her body as if memorizing her, staking his claim in silent but undeniable ways.

he was finding it difficult to complete the sentence and was not letting her away from him, blowing hungry kisses all over her face. In that moment something changed, something changed inside Allora, and while he was still comforting her with words, she pulled him closer, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. The Kiss was like the end of the world for her, and it was something she wanted to do before she died.

Damn it! @Death Wish

“Kiss me before I die.” Vaethea sighed, the weight of exhaustion and love pressing down on her chest. But she leaned in anyway, because what else was there? What else mattered? Their lips met at first tentative and soft, like rediscovering an old song you thought you’d forgotten. The taste was bittersweet — a mixture of absence and longing, of memories both sharp and tender. The kiss deepened gradually, shifting from gentle exploration to fierce desperation. It was the kind of kiss that erased time, that demanded presence, that screamed of survival in a place where nothing else seemed certain.

Ten men below the doomed women swing hammers in unison, knocking stools out. The photographs jumble even more. Kas ran through with a sword, a first kiss. Kas being drowned by angry villagers, tucking Cora safely into Endymion’s arms, another first kiss and another. Kas being chased by a pack of werewolves until she runs full speed off of a waterfall. Over and over, watching Kas die and first kisses, each scene older and older until all the images are dark. I take a sharp breath and open my eyes. “What the Hell was that?”

"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.

But then she heard a human voice, and she hesitated, trying to listen to him. The voice spoke again, and this time she recognized his words. 'Enemies of humans are humans. We just love them,' he said in his deep voice as he leaned in to kiss her. As he kissed her lips, her body trembled. She felt a scream of pleasure, an explosion of ecstasy, and the world was suddenly filled with light and colors, like a million rainbows. A million colors. She felt a strange sense of recognition from his touch.

Lucien announced, his voice cold as death. Elias's face lit up. “Ah, there they are. Our final witnesses.” Father appeared then, bloodied but unbowed, hurling himself at Lucien with a shout that rang with defiance. Lucien barely flinched. He caught Father by the throat and lifted him effortlessly, like a rag doll. “Say goodbye,” Elias whispered. And then—he sank his teeth into Dad’s neck. I heard a sick, awful snap. Blood sprayed everywhere. And just like that, Dad fell.