Kiss On Heart Novels & Stories

I whisper fiercely, my voice trembling with unspoken emotion. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls me in. His lips meet mine in a kiss that starts slow, hesitant, but soon becomes something more. It’s not just a kiss of lust, but one of promises—unspoken, but understood. It’s raw and full of something deeper. Something more intense. More dangerous. It's a kiss that makes my heart beat faster.

It was the most tender kiss they shared. “I love you Maya Asher.”

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.

I said angry that he is making it seem irrelevant to talk about her and what I feel. He stood there looking at me for some time then moved closer. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make seem like I don't want to hear you out. And she is not my lover, you are." He gave me a kiss on the lips and I immediately pushed him away. I knew that with him kissing me I would melt in his arms and not tell him my thoughts.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

“Only death will do us part.” Hearing these words, a wave of relief washed over her. She gazed into his eyes, feeling the sincerity of his promise resonate within her. With her heart racing, she pulled him closer and kissed him deeply, pouring all her love and gratitude into that single, passionate moment. It was a kiss that spoke of trust, hope, and an unbreakable bond—a promise sealed with love.

At this moment, the air crackles with tension and unspoken desire. As they lock eyes, a tender spark of longing passes between them. Kalix's gaze shifts to her lips, and with an aggressive touch, he leans in to press his lips against hers. The kiss is wild, filled with a mix of passion and desire. Time seems to stand still as they get lost in the intoxicating moment, their bodies drawing closer in a warm embrace.

Desperate to calm him down, she instinctively leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, a tender kiss meant to silence his anger. Their lips met, and in that moment, the intensity of Haider's anger began to dissipate. Ameera's touch, her love, had the power to soothe the storm within him. As their lips lingered in the kiss, a mix of passion, vulnerability, and understanding flowed between them.

Levi's kiss was a testament to the intensity of his feelings, a way to bridge the gap that had formed between them and convey the depths of his love. Selena's response was a mixture of surprise and surrender, her lips responding to his with a mixture of passion and vulnerability. The room was alive with the echoes of their connection, a symphony of emotions that reverberated through the air. Their kiss was a declaration of the unspoken promises and the shared journey they had undertaken.

Ivy's heart raced as he leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss, like a whisper of promise. Victor's lips were warm and inviting, and Ivy felt herself melting into him, her heart soaring with emotion. The kiss deepened, Victor's tongue tracing the outline of her lips, sending sparks of electricity through her body.