Kissed By The Baddest Bidder Eisuke Novels & Stories

Kartika sighed. “There, there, no need to take care of him.” Megumi takes Kartika’s hand to the audience area. Megumi and the others are going to the audience area and take a seat there. Kiki and his clone get off the ring. A heavy metal rhythm comes out. Buriko is seen walking from the entrance. “The strongest one! The real Emping lover, even he had it every day while he had a uric acid that he died as he had too much emping.”

– I asked the Japanese woman next to me. - Shoko Nagisa. – She said in her melodious voice. - May Long – The other girl said. - We'll be great companions, then. – I said. Beside him a brunette, called Felicia let out a loud sigh, she would be next in the auction, she didn't seem like the type the oligarch was looking for, he already had four of her kind. The stage presenter walked towards him in line. - You, girl, can go, it's your turn. - He said, pulling her right after.

((RYMALENE)) Bestie, you’re so expensive for 30 freaking million! I really couldn’t do anything. And the ugly cheap man who looked like he stopped caring for himself when he first saw his reflection in the mirror, was jumping in joy as the highest bidder. Alright, bestie! I needed to get close to that man and ask for you as his gift for my wedding. Bestie… sorry. The bid for Sena was almost closed when… “1 Billion.” Almost everyone turned their backs to see who did the bid. But oh my gosh, he’s the person that Sena slapped. Bestie, the enemy’s buying your soul. Shockers ...

“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.

Chapter 13: Kiss Jasmine Reign’s POV “Do not be so dramatic, Chris,” Aby said while rolling her eyes at him, clearly unimpressed by his reaction. “Do not be so dramatic?” he repeated loudly. “He complimented you, but he did not compliment me!” Chris exclaimed again, placing a hand on his chest as if he had been personally wounded. “Ssshhh, you are too noisy, Chris,” I said quickly, trying to silence him before he attracted more attention. He raised a peace sign in surrender, but his eyes immediately went back to Aby with a sharp glare.

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.

"Your name is Milky, right? I saw your resume on the list of additional workers today. Well, I'll transfer 500 pounds sterling to the account you listed on your resume. Consider it employment insurance." "Sir… Are you serious?" I was flabbergasted. Even though I had mentioned that amount, Zerikyu was equally astonished. "Geez, you make me look bad. Seriously, don't do that, Sir," Zerikyu interrupted. "It's okay. For you, just think of it as a door prize as a fan. Anyway, I don't want any bad experiences at this concert. I don't want to invite bad karma for Arthemisya. Then, I'll excuse myself," Tiger said after flashing a charming smile.

D Fox The story Nathan talks about when he explains his tattoos is Sakura Gari (The Hunt for Cherry Blossoms) by the brilliant Yuu Watase. He was the character I was most hesitant about when writing, just because Nathan is the ‘misunderstood’ one; the one even I couldn’t always understand.

BESTIE: But since I can't have you yet, I need you to tell me something. ME: Anything? BESTIE: Tell me what you'd do if you were here right now. I thought about it. Let myself imagine. ME: I'd crawl over to you. Slowly. Let you watch me. ME: I'd kiss your chest first. Right over your heart. ME: Then lower. Down your stomach. Feeling you tremble under my lips. ME: And then, BESTIE: And then? ME: And then I'd take you in my mouth. The way you like.

Kai’s jaw tightened, their passionate kiss—Gianna’s fire, their brief surrender—a spark that burned through his focus. Gianna Moretti stood by a window, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she monitored comms. Her arm graze was a faint ache, her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—a weight. Their kiss, Kai’s hands on her, had cracked her walls, but vulnerability scared her, her heart a battlefield. She glanced at Kai, their bond a fire, their trust tested by the burner phone, now a distant shadow.