Kiss To Shatter Novels & Stories

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.

she moaned, voice trembling. His tongue slid over her, slow and sure, and she cried out, hands gripping the sheets. He knew exactly what to do—how to undo her with his mouth, how to push her to the edge with maddening precision. She felt herself unraveling, the world tilting, her body coiling tighter and tighter until— She shattered. Her cries filled the room, breathless and broken as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Before she could even recover, he was kissing her again—hungry, rough, full of need.

I cry out in pain, in shock, in absolute bliss. “Bad girl,” he grunts, shoving his cock all the way to the hilt and pausing, both of us breathing raggedly. “You should have told me.” He tenses and closes his eyes, a tortured growl sounding from somewhere deep inside him. “Fuck, but I can’t stop. I can’t stop…” “Then don’t,” I beg. “Don’t stop.” He groans again and captures my lips with his, coaxing my mouth open and kissing me with a wild passion as he slowly pulls out. Finn breaks our kiss and looks down between us, cursing under his breath.

"I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered." Isla didn't know what to say. Her rage had been such a faithful companion. Letting it go now was like skydiving without a parachute. "And what of Vivienne?" she asked, not wincing when she spoke the name. "You were betrothed to her while leaving me notes under my door." Killian let out a slow breath, the guilt weighing his shoulders down.

It shatters, shards scattering everywhere, like my shattered hopes. As I lie there, dazed and bleeding, Mich's menacing gaze pins me down. "You'll learn submission," he growls, his hot breath on my skin. I glare up at him, hatred burning wildly within me. "You'll never truly own me," I whisper, my voice trembling with rage. Mich's sneer widens, but for a moment, I see a flicker of doubt. It's enough to fuel my defiance. Mich pulls me back up, his lips crush mine, a brutal, suffocating kiss. I moan in agony as he squeezes my breast, his fingers like vice grips. The violation threatens to break me.

“Otherwise, there’s basically no rules. It’s time to let go, Forty-two.” I wasn’t sure what was more intoxicating… the mist or her kiss. I pulled her closer and for a few minutes, the only thought in my head was that she was a really good kisser. Her hands slipped under my shirt and I knew what she wanted. Was it what I wanted? I tried to think of a reason not to, then I wondered why. It’s what everyone else was doing. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that over half of the people in the lower area were involved in some kind of intercourse. They all had their clothes on, but it was blindingly obvious what they were doing.

A fist smashed into my ribs, another across my jaw. “Keep quiet or I’ll replace the soap with my feet,” the big one spat before shoving me to the ground. Laughter echoed as they scattered, leaving me gasping for breath, pain radiating through every bone. The world whirled around me, black blotches at the edge of my vision. My body fell and I was slammed with darkness. ⸻ Marcus's grin when I came to. For a moment, I wondered if I was dreaming, if some blow to the head had fantasized up the last thing I wanted to see. But no—the smug curl of his lip was too vicious, too deliberate.

It felt like they were going to eat me alive, burying me under their questions, judgments, and disgust. I was trapped. Andre and Lola tried pulling people back, but they couldn’t do much. The crowd was too thick and too loud. My own friends were helpless. Then,there was a big bang! A loud slam echoed across the room. Everyone froze. Heads turned backward. Silence fell. It came from Jack’s desk. He barely spoke to anyone, he's always quiet and usually kept to himself. I think he played the piano sometimes with a few other music kids. But today,his voice was louder than any chord he’d ever played.

I cry out. “Stop fighting it!” Callan reaches for me. “No!” Kieran spins me away. His breath is hot on my neck. “Break the bond, Nova. Before it breaks you.” The glass roof shatters above us. Shards rain down like diamonds. Callan's eyes meet mine through the falling glass. “Remember your promise.” Kieran's grip tightens. “Remember your pain.” The vine burns brighter. My vision goes white. “NOVA!” Both voices shout my name.

she whispered, barely able to form the word. He cut her off, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that was no longer sweet or gentle. This kiss was raw, desperate, urgent, as if it could obliterate the very doubts she carried. It was a kiss that demanded, that claimed, that refused to let her question her place in his life. She clutched at his shirt, tears threatening to fall, torn between surrendering completely and being overwhelmed by the intensity of him.