Kissing Booth Book Novels & Stories

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.

I didn’t answer right away, I just turned the phone slightly and showed him, and he looked at it for a few seconds without saying anything, but I could tell he understood exactly what it meant. “It’s spreading,” I said quietly. “People have both now.” The kiss. Now this. Why is my life even like this? I thought to myself. I didn’t even know what I was supposed to feel anymore, because somehow this changed everything again, because before I was just the girl who kissed a stranger, but now people were starting to see why. My phone kept buzzing in my hand, and this time it was Sophia calling. “Have you seen it?” she asked immediately. “Yes”, I said in a low voice.

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ __________________

“What are you doing?” “What I’ve been wanting to do for weeks.” Joel leaned down and captured her lips with his. They were soft and warm against hers. Gail’s eyes closed as she returned the kiss. Was this really happening? Was Joel actually kissing her? She leaned into him with a soft moan. The book fell from her hands and the kiss suddenly broke when Joel jerked with a pained grunt. It took Gail a second to realize she’d dropped the book on his foot. Warmth flooded her face. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry.” She began to pick it up when Joel stopped her by pulling her up against him. She gasped as her body pressed against his.

"This might be a little early,I think I like you... "Like?" "I love you" Kylan said slowly. "Gosh! Who else confess in a bookstore?" Joan rolled her eyes. "Kylan De-Leon" Kylan replied. "Seriously?" Joan chuckled and he held her waist. "So do you wanna taste my lips now,what did you say?" He smirked. "Sure but don't you care about people watching..." "And what's so wrong about kissing my girlfriend in public?" He pulled her much closer and claimed her lips hungrily.

“I want honesty. I want obedience. And I want you to trust me—even when it scares you.” Her breath shook. “Adrian… this feels dangerous.” “It is,” he replied without hesitation. “But so am I. And you knew that the moment you let me kiss you.” Her cheeks burned. She remembered that kiss. How the world had vanished. How she had melted completely. “You’re playing with my mind,” she whispered. “No,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I’m claiming space in it.” Her heart pounded. “You don’t have to fear me,” he continued. “Just follow the rules. And don’t make me repeat them.”

On the weekends, sometimes I play music at a local bar, and I asked her to come next weekend, and she said yes. Meanwhile, I had just paid for our milkshakes while Kara was in the bathroom. We were gonna leave after she was done, so I was just waiting for her when I noticed a redheaded girl sitting two seats away from me at the diner counter. I didn’t realize when she came or when she sat down, but she was there. She was engrossed reading a book, The Catcher in the Rye. She had a coffee mug in front of her, but in her hand was a small metal flask. “Looks like you could use some of this,” The girl said suddenly. Without lifting her eyes from her book, she pushed the flask toward 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.” They all echoed their agreement, nodding like fucking lizards to her. The slacks of my pants still felt wet with the stain of coffee all over them. I leaned back in my chair, watching as they picked out colors and discussed how to put out the news. I stared at her through narrowed eyes, pushing my glasses up. She was beautiful…and I hated that I could fucking think that way. Anyone dating a guy like Lucas couldn’t, should not be beautiful.

for the first time, manga and webtoon characters didn't count. He wasn't a CEO… at least not yet. His name was Nick. He studied economics while I studied scriptwriting at the same University. He was handsome, ambitious, and self-confident. It wasn't clearly love at a first sight, but ended up loving each other and planning our future life together. Our first kiss happened on my 21st birthday. “I love you, Kass!” he called, right after I blew all the candles and our lips touched as a sign of the beginning of our “happy ever after”, or that was how I thought…