Kisses Challenge Novels & Stories

I needed to get this man to lower his guard, to avoid struggle. “You’re such a dirty whore,” I whispered in her ear. She looked up at me, eyes glassy, trembling. Then I leaned forward, almost kissing the big man, my lips hovered over his mouth like a tease, before I grabbed Mia’s jaw and turned her face toward mine. And kissed her. Hard. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was punishment and protection all at once, tongue pushing past her lips, owning her mouth like I was branding it. My hand tightened just slightly at her throat, and she moaned against me, the sound caught somewhere between pain and surrender.

I said and turned to go to my room. Since the night that I gave her a kiss by her door, we have been having our meals together and when no one is looking I steal a few kisses from her. Oh so I thought until I saw Maria catch us one day. She has been over the moon but, the sweetest part is Mika sometimes pulls me back for a longer kiss. That girl has me feeling and doing some strange things I never saw or thought I would do.

More than 30 cards were picked, of which only one was the king, and the rest were meaningless cards. The person who got the King in the first round was Melissa Harper. Her instructions were unusually bold. “Tom, Michael, kiss each other for thirty seconds.” A table of people cheered excitedly, except for two grown men who had to complete the task. They forced themselves to kiss each other for 30 seconds, then fell to one side in disgust and quickly gargled their mouths with beer. In the second round, the person who got the King was Kayla. Seeing her eyes, summer had a bad feeling and quickly pulled at her shirt.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

I yawned but was interrupted by an announcement made by none other than Zack who was holding a mike and had turned off the music which gained everyone's attention. "Ladies and Gentlemen stop kissing and start listening! I've got a challenge for you all with a $500 cash prize!" A challenge? I had thought, finding myself intrigued especially since there was money involved. "Interested, aren't you? Well, then I won't waste time! I will give $500 to anyone who can tackle Dominic to the ground and keep her there for more than ten seconds!" Holy Shit.

There are two sides to every story, but everyone only listens to the heroines. Maybe that’s why I hated fairy tales growing up. My name is Ava Prescott. I’m the girl everyone loves to hate but secretly wants to be. I was from one of the richest families in Rivers City, captain of the cheer team, spoiled, popular, influential, worshipped, and dating the captain of our school hockey team, well, until the so-called heroine snatched my man and made me the butt of everyone’s joke. Well, it's not too late for me. I am Ava Prescott. I never lose. Maybe that’s why when Zane, captain of our sworn rival hockey team, dangled a juicy bait in front of me, I was quick to bite. How better to get back at my

Chapter 5: The Kiss That Changed Everything “This kissing challenge is taking over everything,” I said, pacing the living room while cameras tracked me. “Contestants are placing bets on how long it’ll last. Social media is flooded with predictions. Producers are acting like this is the season finale.” Nate leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes following me. “You’ve been obsessing over it all day. Nervous, Ivy? It’s just a kiss for the cameras. Part of the contract. Means nothing, right?”

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.

— Kiss me, Diane. It is not a request. It is a challenge. A key held out to a door I never dared to open. ---