Kissing Booth 1 Novels & Stories

“You sure?” Noah’s voice was breathless. “I want them out of my head.” “Then let me give you something else to remember.” --- The first kiss was brutal. Tongue, teeth, dominance. Elias kissed like he was erasing shame from Noah’s bloodstream. He bit Noah’s bottom lip. Sucked it hard. Swallowed the moan that followed. Then pulled back, eyes sharp. “Strip. For me. For the lens.” Noah obeyed. He undid his belt. Unzipped slowly. Let his slacks fall.

It was definitely too early to pick a fight; otherwise, I would have said one or two nasty things. "I'm Ava," she said as she brushed a loose strand of her black hair out of her eyes. "I'm the only senior in this room, so please stay out of my way if you want us to live, well, peacefully." She sure is beautiful; she is really slim and smallish for someone with such a sassy attitude; she had bold eyes like SpongeBob, a tiny nose, and tiny lips; plus, she's black just like me. Sheesh, she's a senior?

At last, after less than fifteen minutes, Kara is ready to get out of that dilapidated house and head out to where activity rules every nook and cranny of the bustling city. She arrived five minutes before seven. Tom Morris, the regular security guard greeted her a pleasant good morning as she step in the building. She gave him a curt smile and greeted him and went directly to the elevator. Yes, their school has elevators. So much for staircases. Theirs have elevators specially that the classroom is on the 5th floor. Nicholas Parker was there, neat and looking good as always. Nick is his classmate, a very charismatic and good looking young man and the campus heartthrob, making every girl i

The Aftermath of a Kiss SOREN The cameras are still going when I pull back. I count — three seconds, maybe four — enough for the shot to be clean, enough for the story to write itself. Billionaire Soren Vane and Mystery Woman. By morning, it'll be on every entertainment feed that matters, and Cassandra's seventeen seconds of video will be competing with something far more compelling: the Ice King, apparently, has a soft side. I let go of her jaw.

Exactly what I never wanted. “Reign! Wait for us!” I heard Aby and Chris yell behind me, their voices echoing across the cafeteria. I still kept storming out, my boots pounding against the floor as if I were running from something dangerous. I was trembling in anger, shaking so hard I could barely think. Dang it, if only I could punch his thick face again and not care about the consequences. How dare him steal my first kiss like that? That moment was supposed to be special. It was supposed to be romantic, shared with the boy I love, not forced on me by him. This has to be the unluckiest day of my life, hands down.

I am kissing Noah Centineo, the Hollywood actor that everyone wishes to kiss, have sex, and father their babies. Noah is such a great kisser, he is obviously good at this because he is an actor and oftentimes there is a kissing scene in his movies. Noah was kissing me passionately as if it's his way to show how grateful he is. As we continued to kiss, my hand went through his bathrobe and slightly pull the fabric apart so that I could touch his six-pack abs. "Ahhh, fuck!" I cuss sharply when we stop kissing and Noah suddenly smells my neck and then he licks it causing me to feel a strange tickle on my body.

the words blurted out of my mouth before I could even think about it. “Hmmmm, I love her already,” one of the girls said, and I saw Lana cast a disappointed look at me. The boy smiled as he pushed his head closer to me. “I’m going to be easy with you, new girl. Kiss the most attractive boy you can see outside the house.” “Kiss?” “Yes, honey, just a kiss, or you can as well drop the 100 dollar bill. You know the rules.” My mind went blank in a second, and I knew I was in a deep mess. My first kiss couldn’t be with a fucking stranger, and I didn’t have the money to spare.

“These aren’t apology flowers, doofus, they’re a bundle full of I-want-you, guilt-trip flowers from a guy who won’t take no for an answer.” “Ooh.” Camille whistled as she winced. “That’s bad.” I had to nod, also cringing in sympathy. “Real bad.” Gabby glanced toward us, nodding as well, only to blink in surprise as she focused on my face. Her scowl faltered, but she couldn’t quite morph it into a smile. “Kaitlynn. Hey. What’re you doing here?” “Longingly gazing at all the pretty flowers,” I answered honestly. Then I motioned to the half-mangled bouquet she’d just banged onto the countertop. “Those are some awesome roses.”

Really? I wished so badly for the first time that I could speak, that the barrier in my mind would let up even once, so I could roar out a no, until grandmother reminded me of the stakes at hand…. As much as I want to say no to this idea to spite Charlotte, I have no choice but to agree. However, there’s no way I'm going to be tormented alone….she’s going in with me. “Oh, and I should add that the booth has to be secluded. People should be able to feel the mystery of it all, speculating if he did kiss anyone or not… if there are no cameras in there, it’s perfect.”

The goosebumps on my arm and absolute shocked expression were enough evidence to prove that I was not hallucinating. I lifted my fingers and brushed them lightly across my lips. The essence of his lingering kiss was still there. I could still taste his clean minty breath on my lips. This was real. His kiss was real. Ethan Maxwell was real. Oh my God! I just kissed the hottest boy I ever met in my entire existence. My perception of him being an arrogant jerk, felt so petty. He drove me to my home. Made sure I feel safe. Even gave me his coat to protect me from the cold.