Kissing Booth Book Novels & Stories

"What are you doing?" "Sssshhh—" his thumb lands perfectly on my bottom lip, making them shiver. "You better use these pretty lips to moan for me, not to question" My heartbeats increase rapidly. I part my lips to utter something again but get interrupted by his hot mouth crashing over mine. His palms wrap gently around my cheeks to prevent me from moving away from the kiss. He plunges his tongue deep inside my mouth, probing for approval as I part my lips wider to let him in with all my needs. He strokes his tongue into my mouth passionately, giving rise to my longing. The kiss is soft and gentle, unlike all the kisses we shared after meeting for years. I don't know what makes him kiss me s

As I trudged up the stairs, I couldn’t help but mutter, “What kind of barbarian doesn’t let someone have their phone?” Carter’s voice floated up from the kitchen, “It’s called tough love, Chloe.” I rolled my eyes, plopping down on the bed with my waffles. As I took a bite, I thought about how ridiculous this whole situation was. Kidnapped by the guy who kissed me senseless and then tells me to read a book. Was this some twisted version of Beauty and the Beast? Minutes later, I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up to see Carter standing in the doorway, holding a thick novel.

Not really. She was young, inexperienced, and rather flattered by the attention of a handsome man that many years older than her. And the Mills and Boone booklets in her suitcase were, of course, as good as a notebook for a girl who hadn't even been kissed by a boy before. At first she ducked and dived when he tried to kiss her. Later she allowed him to kiss her. Just kissing. As long as he kept his hands at home and that ‘other little gentleman' attached to his lower body in his pants, she scoffed. Even if she sometimes couldn’t help but touch the stiffness of it, with her hands.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

After dumping the glass, I dialed Kim. “Hey, lady.” “Ohmigod.” “What?” she asked. “You’re never going to guess what just happened.” I filled her in on my entire night, including details about Austin “Booker” Carver. “He just showed up and then gave you a mind-blowing kiss?” I nodded and realized she couldn’t see me. “Yes. Two,” I said… well, whispered with breathy desire is probably a better description. “Maybe three.” “And he’s like a biker dude?”

“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.”

Kayla Turi POV “Is everyone in this damn book insane?!” I slammed the four-hundred-page book onto the floor. The thud echoed in my tiny apartment, making the glass of water on my desk tremble. I stomped toward the dispenser, filled my cup, and hissed, “Aaaah!” as the hot water stung my index finger. I blew on it furiously. “Don’t tell me her bad luck is rubbing off on me now?” I just couldn’t wrap my head around how an author could enjoy torturing her main character with an army of side characters who lived only to crush her.

I heard someone write this on W*****d kissing booth and it got signed on N*****x Wow! I know it did. I cannot wait to watch it, sis.” Sherry said. “So, go get the popcorn popped and more drinks. Let's get our romance and drama on!’’ I said, laughing and getting excited. Sherry went into the kitchen. I heard the microwave on and the popcorn popping. Sherry came back in with popcorn sprite. We got Kissing Booth 2 on. Two hours later: We are bawling our eyes out. Why! Well, we could see that she just picked both. Sherry said.”

I whispered biting my lips. She swallowed hard. “Every girl I touch comes crawling back, you're just too stubborn to admit how bad you want this”, I rolled my eyes, giggling. Without hesitation I grabbed her, hoisting her unto the counter like she was a little toy. “Ah…ahh”, she gasped, her hands gripping my waist. My lips slammed into her, kissing her with wet passion. Her tongue flickered around mine. So this bookworm knows how to kiss. My tongue fucked hers better than any cock could. I pulled out her cardigan and ripped open her shirt,my soft hand diving to grab her tits.

Waffle said and gave her the books, without even waiting for her reply she dismissed. "To Karl?", She asked herself as she held the books. " Isn't Karl also one of the bad boys, maybe am just overthinking things",Precious said to herself as she carried the book on her hands with her heading to Karl's dorm. Few minutes later Precious got to the hostel, she heaved a sigh and stretched," Dammit this is punishment in hell",She said to herself before taking the stair up to the dorm. She got to the door and looked up reading the number written ontop,"Number seven, this is it",She said to herself before she knocked on the door. She knocked again and the door automatically opened itself as she fell