Kissing Booth Novels & Stories

I just smiled half-heartedly, trying to keep myself amused even though I wasn’t really feeling it. Nathaniel made a suggestion. “How about a kissing booth? But with a little twist.” That caught everyone’s attention. “What kind of twist?” I asked, already intrigued by the idea. “Instead of a regular booth, we call up girls, and guys bid on them. Highest bidder gets the kiss in a private box for sixty seconds.” Everyone looked interested by his idea and some nodded, liking the idea. “That could actually work,” Craig said. “If we pick the right girls, the bids will go crazy.”

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.

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.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

She wanted to taste its lips again. “You kiss great. I like it,” the man whispered between their kisses. Excitement rose in her chest because of the praise she had just received. As a first-timer when it comes to kissing, she feels proud of herself. She practiced kissing using a bottle of coke and surely, it paid off. She's a virgin, for goodness' sake, but she acts like she isn't! She’s acting like a hoe! The man suddenly walked away and, under the disco lights, she could see his face. She gasped upon recognizing the man in front of her. It's Dr. Knoxx Silva! The famous neurologist in town! Her longtime crush!

Bruno and Beauty began trending and exploding online. "Can you believe this?" one fan tweeted, her hands shaking as she posted. "Bruno Hathaway just kissed a plus-size woman right here in front of everyone. Love doesn't care about size, y'all! Who knew a man like that, surrounded by models, would choose her type... she's beautiful too... lucky girl." "Wait, that is Beauty Hills! She was my classmate back in high school," someone else tweeted. "He can do better, what a letdown.

“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.

“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.”

Not wanting to unplug anything, I sit down and hold her hand. I just sit there for a few minutes not knowing what to do and then I remembered a movie where someone was in a coma and their true love kissed them on the lips. After they did that and called their name, the love interest woke up. Thinking it corny at first, I decided not to do it, but then realizing that the nurse was due to come in any minute to kick me out, I stand up and give it a shot.

He asked and I smiled sheepishly. "I gave your insta to her." I said and he smiled. "Thanks So." "You're welcome." I gave him a smirk back. —————————————————— SPOIL ALERT: IF YOU DIDN'T WATCH THE KISSING BOOTH 2 THEN DON'T READ IT. "Woah kissing booth is amazing." Carson said in awe and I nodded. "I don't know why I feel like she should be with Marco guy," I said and Carson glared at me. "No way! She looked better with Noah." He said making my head shook.