Kissed Book Novels & Stories

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Alpha Kabir Pov The kiss wasn’t anything lustful. It was slow. Deep. And filled with emotions I hadn’t felt in my 32 years of living. I could taste Kaida’s tears. It was supposed to taste bitter, but somehow, it felt sweet and passionate. It felt like I was swallowing down all of her emotions, including the ones she couldn’t say aloud. The kiss didn’t continue for long. Soon, we separated, but our faces were still so close that I could feel her breathing against mine.

"A pregnant wife deserves care and support. A man like you doesn't deserve to be a father. If you can't even look after your own wife, how could anyone trust their life to you?" I let out a cold laugh, scanning the crowd with a hard gaze. "You people are unbelievable. Cheating is a matter of principle, and yet you bend the truth and accept it without question. Are your brains stuffed with straw? I hope you return the same generosity if your partners ever cheat on you." The livestream chat exploded. "Are you kidding me? They're actually forgiving the cheater?" "Dr. Smith has my support. Cheaters don't deserve forgiveness!" "Their reactions are insane. I seriously can't believe this."

Everything felt wrong but I could not stop wanting to feel his lips on mine. Without leaving my cheek, he brought his lips toward me but stopped at a distance as if he was asking me for permission. Instead of pulling myself away, I shut my eyes, and then it happened. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. It was so good that it felt unreal. I kissed him back with the same passion and he deepened his kiss in which I lost myself. It happened. I got my first kiss from a mafia heir.

The book with the red cover! “OMG!” Aki gasped. “Is this really it?” “Aye,” Sasha said. “You… stole… a book… from the library?” was the first thought that filled Aki’s mind. “Umm…” Sasha was taken aback. “Aye but it was for a good cause.” Temujin and Aki weren’t listening anymore. Their eyes were devouring the book. The title on the front cover was long. “The Feasibility of Using Galvinism for Ki Reanimation,” Temujin read aloud and then he and Aki both gasped.

She was crying now, trying to hide it. I kissed her. “I love you,” I said. “Then come back to me,” she said, voice cracking. I turned and walked into the cold morning air. Every step felt heavier than the last. The train station was at the edge of the village. It looked like both freedom and danger. I didn’t look back. Five hours later, the train pulled in with a loud hiss and the sound of steam. I stepped out onto the platform and looked up. There it was.

I wrap my arms around his neck and close my eyes. His lips touch mine so softly, but light a burning flame of desire throughout my entire body, shutting my mind off and blocking out the world around us. I've never experienced a kiss like this before, filled with such passion. Our tongues collide, swirling together so delicately like waves caressing the shoreline. The fire builds within me, heating between my legs, arousing my sexual fantasies. A kiss has never stirred me up like this before, but Adrian is no ordinary kisser; he's magical.

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of his lips on mine. The kiss was tender and sweet, a delicate dance of emotions and desires intertwined. I melted into his arms, my senses overwhelmed by the taste of his lips and the intoxicating scent of his cologne. It was as if all the stories I had ever written were brought to life, encapsulated within this one perfect moment.

I promised, going to the door. “One more thing,” he said, crossing the distance between us and taking me in his arms again. I knew his kiss was coming, but even then, I wasn't prepared for it. He took my breath away, stealing it for himself and making me forget that I had ever needed to breathe in the first place. My knees went weak, and my heart pounded in my chest as my body started to heat. I melted into him, relishing his kiss. This was the way to start a morning. “That's better than coffee,” I gasped when he let me go. He chuckled, obviously proud of himself.