Kiss Shock Me Live Novels & Stories

"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.

she whispered, her eyes blazing, grabbing his shirt, pulling him in. She kissed him, fierce, desperate, a fire to shut his doubts. Kai’s hands cupped her face, his lips hungry, their third kiss a surrender to passion. They stumbled to the couch, her fingers in his hair, his hands on her waist, their bodies pressed, the world fading to their need. Her tank top lifted, his shirt unbuttoned, their touches urgent, a line crossed—until guilt surged, the summit, Dante’s scheme, Alessio’s secret a shadow.

I looked at Sebastian one last time. Then I raised the dagger high — so everyone could see. The whole courtyard held its breath. And I slammed the blade down. Right into the ground beside Sebastian’s knee. The sound rang out through the stone. “No,” I said softly. Gasps filled the air. The crowd shifted. Shock rippled around us.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

She kisses me deeply again and tries to take my towel out. “Hey, wait.’’ I stop her fast, embarrassed by how mushy my cock still feels beneath the towel. But she goes, whispering “It's okay.’’ Fuck. How do I tell her I can't go on without making it sound like I don't want her? She kisses me again. Slow and sensual, grinding her hip against me. At this point everything gets frustrating; trying to force an arousal that obviously wouldn't yield. “This is not working, Lia.’’ I pull out of the kiss, my gaze bouncing off everywhere but her face.

The kiss was intimate; too intimate, like we had done some bedroom business right after that. And the caption beneath it made my blood run cold: Marshall's New Slut. Right then, I got a glimpse of what a heart attack might feel like because the poor organ threatened to fail. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. When had this happened? I racked my brain; there was nothing but a blank screen where my memories should’ve been. It wasn't even in the pool house. This looked like a corner around the bar. God, I could swear I didn't remember kissing that devil! Who the hell even recorded and released the video?

Lira buried her face against his shoulder while shaking uncontrollably. “You idiot.” Kael’s arms slowly wrapped around her automatically despite visible confusion. “That sounds emotional.” “You died!” His expression shifted slightly. “…Yeah.” “You stopped breathing!” “Temporary inconvenience?” Lira hit his chest hard enough to make him cough again. Cassian looked physically disturbed. “This is not normal.” Kael glanced toward him weakly. “In fairness…” A painful wince crossed his face. “…I’ve never claimed to be normal.” The first Moon-born still looked horrified.

Fortunately, I did not pee on my underwear. I was about to leave when suddenly someone pushed me back into the cubicle I came out of. Someone suddenly claimed my lips, and since it was forbidden to refuse grace, I also kissed her back. And after that, she even let go. Fortunately, I almost lost my breath because of her aggressive kiss. And the bad thing is that it happens to report. News flash: Sofia Lorie Andres, kissed in one of Shakey's cubicles, dead! Or not. News flash:

Shocked. "I'm just checking if you’re really Aizhyrra, and undo-ing the feeling of your kiss yesterday," he explained. I was stunned by what he said. He just laughed at my reaction causing me to role my eyes. "What is it that you want to tell me?" I asked him when I recovered from that sudden kiss. "Meet me in my room. Lunch time,” he commanded. He made me ran 1 kilometer for this?! He could have just texted me that one phrase!

I started. "It'll wash up on shore," he said, then leaned down and kissed me. I quickly lost myself to the kiss, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. His hands went to my sides, pulling me in closer. As we stood there, kissing, another wave crashed against Dean's back. My feet lost their grip on the ocean floor, but Dean stayed steady. I wrapped my legs around his hips. He was a rock that I could cling to, and as another wave hit us, I found myself gripping him even tighter.