Kiss Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

I swear, his tongue was laced with an aphrodisiac because I latched on to it and immediately moved closer, needing more. He fisted my hair in both his hands and backed me toward the sofa. When the backs of my knees hit the cushions, I began to lower myself, and he came with me most of the way until suddenly, he broke the kiss to pull back and study me. The moment my spine hit the couch with my hair splaying around my face, he grinned and set a knee between mine while burying one of his hands in my hair. He began to lower himself on top of me before stopping a few inches from contact. His gaze fell to my mouth. “What’s your favorite movie?”

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

Despite that, a simple touch from him can blaze my body into intoxication again. Thankfully, Kissa is already made aware that I am her rival to Theo’s attention. Like right now, the only reason he can kiss and hug me like this is because we are preparing to alight on the kingdom of Duran. And Princess Kissa is busy with all her clothes and make-up. At night, she also monopolizes his attention. She also started to sleep in his room after they make love, despite his annoyance. So, as he promised, he allowed me to move somewhere I cannot hear their lovemaking. That’s what his kindness means.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

His chest tightened, his breath caught, and for a heartbeat the world fell away. He didn’t hesitate. His hands cupped Davina’s face, trembling with reverence, and he pulled her close. Their lips met in a kiss that was not just passion, but a vow sealed in fire and forgiveness. It was raw, consuming, tender, and fierce all at once — a kiss that spoke of battles fought, scars carried, and love reborn. It was twelve years of longing, of battles fought, of wounds healed. The hall erupted in applause, but Damon heard nothing. All he felt was Davina — her tears mingling with his, her smile breaking against his lips, her heart beating in rhythm with his own.

Max smirks at me but I shake my head. I had told them the story of my first kiss being with a Kenneth Dimitru. He was the school jock and I had the biggest crush on him. He took me behind the bleachers and told me he had always wanted to be with me and kissed me. It was the best kiss I ever had, until later on when I found out he just wanted to see inside the notorious Nightmare Warriors Compound. Austin, Max and Shane handed him a new one. We spend the next hour going over all the good moments we all had. I'm laughing so hard at the memories that I don't realize I have tears in my eyes until Austin leans over and wipes one of them.

act like he was the one bleeding? He twisted her arms behind her back, his grip tight but measured, careful not to hurt her physically... yet the kiss told a different story. It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t soft. It was fierce, like a storm crashing into her, demanding to be felt, to be acknowledged. It carried his frustration, his desperation, and all the chaos he had buried inside. And she felt it. Every bit of it. But she couldn’t bring herself to admit that it scared her... the way his kiss made her feel so much, so fast. It unsettled her, not because it hurt, but because something in it still reached her heart.

“They want a story? I’ll give them a goddamn story.” He moved with a suddenness that stole her breath. One hand caged her against the wall by her head. The other came up, his fingers not touching her face, but hovering so close she felt their heat. His eyes blazed with a decade of obsession, a year of war, and a desperate, furious want. This was the forced, passionate kiss. Not born of love, but of a tension so high it had to snap. It was a collision, not a meeting. His mouth crashed down on hers.

He said so dominantly. Without realising,my lips were sealed with his.My eyes opened widely at whats going on.My first kiss has been stole by Keron the famous musician l didnt see this coming.Whatvisvthis man doing? Butv hey amb really surprised at how incredible his mouth taste.Yes l kissed him back after he wasnt willing to leave my lips The kiss was too gentle and l didnt want it stop.But my heart told me am not doing the right thing.l struggled to be let free from him but was all in vein.His kisses grew more fierce.His hands started messaging and a small moan escaped my mouth .