Kissing Booth Book Novelas e Histórias

"It's Uncle Kramer's house, so no offense is taken. What are you reading anyway, at night? Sone steamy CEO romance? Or cute girl's exaggerated first kiss? "Shut your weird mouth," she scolds lightly, then shows him the book cover. Mahone glances at it and reads the title loudly, "The New Orleans Voodoo Handbook. What_ you're practicing black magic now? "Whatever," she says, widening her eyes. "Hey, hey! Why are you undressing in front of me? I can be your buddy, but you have to remember that I'm a girl, too!" she covers her face with book "So what?" he throws the shirt on the chair, showing his perfect six pack abdomens, smirking at her shyness. "I know you don't have bad thoughts about my b

"That's a strong word for a kiss and zero conversation." She scrolled. There were photos — good ones, annoyingly. Her gown catching the light, Brett's hand at her jaw, the two of them lit up like a perfume ad for a fragrance called Hostile Takeover. One outlet had already run a headline calling her "the woman who tamed Manhattan's most ruthless CEO," which was insulting on at least three separate levels, starting with the implication that Brett was some kind of large dog she'd successfully leash-trained.

I'm glad I hoped on that plane. Now, I keep saying things such as 'there was' and talking in past tense...I owe an explanation for that. Well, I am dying. Years ago, I got a terminal illness that I'd managed to fight off for a while that is until now. I have less than an hour left to my life. An hour before I pass away and leave the precious life of Gabriella Martini goodbye. I'll never forget my first kiss. One of the popular boys in middle school, Brian. We were playing spin the bottle and I'll never forget the nasty looks all those girls gave me. Looks like I wish I could be you. Looks like I could kill you. Dark I know.

I call out the word as the image pushes me over the edge, and I come. When I step out of the bathroom, I glance over at her house. The hot neighbor is sitting on her balcony drinking a glass of wine and reading the newspaper, a pair of glasses perched on the end of her nose and her long legs stretched out in front of her. Who the hell our age reads the newspaper anymore? God, she is such a little nerd. A sexy little nerd just waiting to be defiled. Noah thinks that staying in this neighborhood is going to make me behave? Yeah, right. Behaving is overrated.

The bookshop smelled like aged paper and quiet. Like someone had taken all the noise out of the world and stored it between these walls. Lena stood in the doorway with Dominic's hand on her back, and she couldn't move forward. A woman stood behind the counter, reading. She looked up when the bell chimed. Her eyes—dark brown, sharp, familiar in a way that made Lena's entire body go numb—met hers across the room. She knew. Without introductions. Without explanations. She knew.

CHAPTER 29: A Soft Kiss Francesca’s Pov I tried to feel hate. I tried to remember the initials on the file. I tried to remember my parents but it was hard when he was holding me. I felt small and safe in his arms. It was embarrassing how much I liked being close to him. It was a terrible feeling. “I am not yours to claim,” I whispered, trying to sound tough. He leaned his head down, his lips almost touching my ear. His breath was warm.

"I think that would be hard if you failed your first impression by arriving late at the dinner tonight." Realization dawned on him and he cursed under his breath. I leaned forward and planted a small kiss on his lips. "I shall see you outside in ten minutes, babe." * * * P.S. I have to ask you, dear readers, what do you think of these NSFW chapters? Do you think they are good enough? Kindly tell me in reviews. Thank you! Stay safe!

A girl could certainly get used to a naked man in her bed like Aiden. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. He mumbled something about “just five more minutes” before twisting under the blankets and hiding away from the sun. I couldn't help but smile as I went to the door to find my shoes. I had to get ready for Kathryn’s meeting, and as the only clothing I had was my still damp outfit from the night before, I had to leave early in order to change and prep. I didn't want to go, but my job was important to me. Besides, once the meeting was over, I would have the rest of the day to do nothing but be with him. It sounded like the perfect way to spend a day.

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.

After some time, she faintly answered, "Well... I better... I mean... you already kissed me." Kyle's lips curved up into a smile before he bent over again and covered her lips. They kissed for a few seconds more, and after pulling away, Gabrielle rested on Kyle's sturdy chest. She remarked, "That was an amazing kiss... for our first." In response, Kyle embraced her securely and pecked on her forehead again. He smirked and then revealed, "The first was what made me want you... It was equally amazing. This second kiss is definitely... a defining moment."