Kissing Booth Book Novels & Stories

And he felt his wish was finally fulfilled, although he hopes it wasn't the last. "Let me tell you a secret about this kiss," Boaz was still drunk in ecstasy as he whispered to her. Nina felt tickled by his lips too close to her ears, adding to the fact that she was also feeling hot and intensely aroused. She curled her neck. Boaz was still blindfolded. "That was called a snowball kiss. One comes in the mouth, then we kiss and get to share our tastes. I have longed to do that, but I have never found anyone to do it with until today. Until you." He was breathless as he tried to explain himself so intently. Because what he was going to say next was eating his whole being in excitement already.

I whispered, holding his hand to my heart, controlling my breathing. “Always, my naughty Bella,” Ethan said, kissing me on the cheek and getting late for his meeting with his agent yet again. If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

All the men that had been invited as guests were middle aged, and each one of them had a woman possessively beside them. After a while, she took in a deep breath and expelled it, moving out of the bathroom. She started the slow walk back towards Mirabel and her boyfriend when someone suddenly moved in front of her. She recoiled and started to scream, but the sound died in her throat when she looked up at the face. It was the guy she had kissed in her college cafeteria few weeks back. Her assaultee, if that was a word.

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.

I laughed. We pulled apart and started heading to the Uber pickup. She had a giant tote bag slung over one shoulder and a phone covered in frog stickers. “You look different,” she said, peering at me. “Like…flushed. And smug. You kissed someone.” I blinked. “What? Noooo….okay, yes.” “WHO?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t—” I grinned. “Okay, so, I tripped over his suitcase at the airport, and he was like, model hot. Like, Wall Street prince hot. We talked. There was chemistry. Then I went to the bathroom and he showed up after getting coffee spilled on him—”

One that reminds me of the lady from that night, Zoe. “”…it’s okay, I won’t be rough..” I said shutting her up with a kiss so strong and passionate. My mouth made its way down her nipples, already pointed. I suckled on it, using my tongue to play with it. I made my way back to her lips. Kissing it passionately, using my fingers to trace her back down to her Virg***a, she was soaked wet… I love it

he replied again. Kim looked even more upset. His forefinger finally lowered, but he still maintained his fierce gaze on Ronald. Kim's honey-brown irises were slowly sinking into Ronald's jet-black irises. The previously laughable atmosphere before suddenly turned intense. Neither Kim nor Ronald took their eyes off from each other. Kim didn't know what Ronald was thinking though, nor did Ronald know what Kim was thinking about. And then, Kim started to say, "Hey, Ronald. Would you kiss me?" ***

Bella Pov Karen's book hit number one on the bestseller list three weeks after it published. I saw it displayed in the window of every bookstore I passed. "The Other Woman: A Love Story" in big letters with Karen's photo on the back cover. She was smiling in that photo. Looking innocent and sympathetic. Nothing like the woman who tried to poison me.

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.

What makes Larissa Justice tick? The first thing I thought, the first thing I wanted to know. At first, who kissed me? Why couldn't I get her out of my head? Why did she trigger my curiosity? I'd had a couple of kisses, both stolen and given, but none had left a mark like the brief one I would never classify as a kiss. Still, I liked it. Then I perceived her scent. She bumped into me and fled. Why would she flee? My mental data ruled it down to five girls. Two were not on the school premises at the particular minute of the kiss, one, was too shy to ever make such a step. One was too nonchalant to run away, the other confident in her beauty though would never see me as a love interest. It lef