Kissing Booth 1 Novels & Stories

The Lizzy he knew was very good at kissing, and they would have a hot kiss. "Kiss me back," asked Asher. Cerise's heart raced. All the blood seemed to run under her feet. She covered her eyes as Asher sucked her lower lip and sucked her tongue. It was disgusting at first, but Cerise tried to move. She took turns sucking Asher's tongue. The man smiled. Even though she was amateur and stiff, Asher felt like he was reunited with Lizzy. Asher pushed Lizzy's body against the wall and squeezed the girl's hair, and it was like he was teaching Lizzy how to kiss.

Another kind of hot mic. Eden turned the script face-down. The stool creaked. Their knees were still touching. “Then it’s not a take,” she said. “No.” “And if I lean in, you’re not engineering.” His voice dropped to the register the boom loved. “If you lean in, Eden, I’m just a man in a booth that hears everything.” She leaned in. Not to the capsule. To him. The kiss was quiet and catastrophic. Headphones bumped. His hand found her jaw like he’d been mixing the idea of it for two days. She made a sound into his mouth that would have been a perfect wild track.

We will not leave this club tonight; well, I won't leave until I tell her what a big jerk I have been. After drying myself and leaving her a little gift in her bag, I make my way back to the table where a somewhat shocked Mason is staring at me far too awkwardly, “Boss, did you seriously just kiss that Heather girl.” “Yes, in fact, I did. Now, do you have a problem with that?” Next thing comes Cassandra walking out of the dressing room, and Mason’s jaw drops, “Wait, what the fuck is going on here. Was that…?” He is trying to do the math in his head but yet fails to come to a conclusion, or at least that is what I thought. But yes, I do wish that I can punch him in the face as he speaks, “Is

He looked more of a guard, but he had the charming smile that stole a bit of my breath when he threw open the car door for me and Laura, and while I hopped into the car without saying a word to him. Laura, the whore of a friend, touched his chest seductively and gave him a sensuous wink, before hopping in and sitting next to me. “Why?”. I posed, as though I had not known that Laura was capable of luring any man to bed without letting him think twice. “The night is sensuous. Can’t you feel it?”. She said and touched my long nose, then she turned to the chauffeur. “Hot man, get the music”. The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long

“Don’t worry, baby girl. Let them talk. Tonight, the only rumor worth spreading… is us.” Before Davina could even process the weight of his words, he leaned in with that wicked grin, aiming to claim her lips in front of the flashing cameras. But her instincts were faster — a subtle turn of her head, a perfectly timed reflex. His kiss landed harmlessly on her cheek instead, the gesture captured in a thousand photographs that made it look far more intimate than it was. Her pulse raced, her composure strained, but this time she couldn't even force a smile for the cameras.

I couldn't listen to another carefully constructed sentence. So I did the only thing I could think of to shut him up. I kissed him. It wasn't gentle or romantic. It was a collision. It was messy, angry, and desperate. I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to me, my mouth crashing against his. He froze for a second, his body rigid with surprise. Then, a low sound escaped his throat, and his hands came up to my waist, gripping me hard, as if he had been waiting for this, as if he was starving for it.

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.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

he said, voice lower now, "when I'm around you, I forget I'm supposed to be Jace Carter all the time. Like… the whole record-breaking, golden-boy thing. It just goes quiet and all I want to do is kiss you." I swallowed. "I'm starting to forget I ever thought Noah was the only person I could want." I heard myself say. He crossed the distance between us slowly, giving me every chance to stop it, but I didn't. His hand found my jaw, and when he kissed me it wasn't rushed or interrupted or stolen in a closet with our hearts hammering out of fear. It had a build up. His fingers slid into my wet hair and mine curled into his shoulders and for one long, breathless stretch of time there was nothing

Maybe even better with cushioned love seats, air tinged with something flowery and the walls a velvet red. I dragged Noel down on the seat, ignoring his yelp. We sat for a few seconds. Nothing. I gazed around. “Okay, so what happens next?” Noel sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Hera, baby, this isn’t a Photo Booth.” I was sure my face reflected my confusion because Noel finally blurted out, “It’s a kissing booth.” I leaped out of the chair like my ass was on fire. “A k-kissing booth? W-why didn’t you warn me?”