Kiss The Dead Novels & Stories

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

"So I have the rights to take control over the kiss" I blink and my body froze. "W-What?!" "You read the contract so you must aware with the footnote 'every night' darling" My lips parted in disbelief realizing what he said. The footnote 'every night' means 'before midnight' and it's already passed midnight. What the hell?! "Do you remember it now?" I felt him smirk. "Yeah..." my voice drop. "Good. But first thing first, Little. I think I need to give you a short demonstration what a real kiss is really like"

It was desperation, a shared understanding that we were doing this for our child. He stepped closer, the space between us electric, and our mouths collided in a frantic kiss, a desperate need to connect and feel alive amidst the chaos. It wasn’t different just that we know goddesses were fucking WATCHING us. The kiss deepened, our breaths mingling as desire flared like a wildfire. The feel of his hands sliding along my skin sent waves of warmth coursing through me, igniting sensations that I had thought I had buried beneath layers of grief and fear.

"You are bad, Kara! Very bad!! Mommy!! Kendra, her stepsister screamed, her face flushed. "What's wrong? What's happening??" Klarisse exclaimed and then she saw the tiny splashes on the pool. She stood there for a moment, too horrified to think. And when her senses finally came, she immediately jumped into the swimming pool and swan towards her drowning son. The water was warm on her skin, it feels good but she had no time for that. Her care lies to none other than to save her son. The woman retrieved the boy, unfortunately, he was not moving. He looks tiny in her arm as she dragged him to the side, her tears blinding her. She resuscitated him, repeated a few times, but no response. She repe

“Look at me.” He closed the distance. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t anything like the soft, angelic healing Lila had performed earlier—no careful pressure, no soothing whispers. This was jagged, desperate, tasting faintly of the coffee he’d been drinking all day and the sharp, metallic tang of everything we still hadn’t said out loud. It was the kiss of two people who knew they were sinking fast and decided, fuck it, let’s drag each other all the way to the bottom.

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" Nathan reached up, his hand cupping the back of my neck, pulling me down into a deep, soul-searing kiss. It wasn't the kiss of a patient and a nurse. It was the kiss of two conspirators, two lovers who had died together and were being reborn in the dark. "Eight months," he murmured against my mouth. "Eight months," I agreed.

she whispers, and the word carries the weight of the world. Why did I do it? Why does she still love me? Why are we here, burning ourselves under this water, unable to leave or to repair each other? I have no answer. Only this gesture. I lower my head and kiss her tears. I taste them, salty, bitter, infinite. Then I rest my lips on hers. It is not a kiss of passion. It is a kiss of mourning. A seal placed upon our mutual loss. She does not respond, but she does not turn away. She receives this kiss like a final offering, a desolate communion. Her hands settle on my hips, not to cling, but simply... to acknowledge that I am here. In flesh and bone. Real. Destroyed. Hers.

Worship disguised as possession. When he finally kissed her, it wasn’t tender. It was desperate. His mouth crashed against hers, tasting of rain and grief. Kimberly’s hands found his hair, tugging, grounding herself in the heat of him. The kiss deepened, grew hungrier, their breaths tangled and uneven, as though the air itself had turned to fire. Kovoc’s hand slid to her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between their hearts or the things they’d buried.

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.