Kissing Booth Novels & Stories

Ruth looked at her teammates sheepishly. Amelia, out if nowhere, pulled out a life-sized picture of Ryan Gosling and set it firmly against the wall. "What is this?" Eliza questioned. "Well, I know how much Brooke adores this guy. He's like her celebrity crush. So we're going to play a little game of Kiss The Lips. Okay, so who'd like to go first?" Amelia asked. "The bride!" Everyone said in unison. Brooke got up and put on red lipstick after which Amelia blindfolded her.

Maybe even better with cushioned love seats, air tinged with something flowery and the walls a velvet red. I dragged Noel down on the seat, ignoring his yelp. We sat for a few seconds. Nothing. I gazed around. “Okay, so what happens next?” Noel sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Hera, baby, this isn’t a Photo Booth.” I was sure my face reflected my confusion because Noel finally blurted out, “It’s a kissing booth.” I leaped out of the chair like my ass was on fire. “A k-kissing booth? W-why didn’t you warn me?”

It was one of those old-fashioned ones with a curtain, big enough for two people if they sat close. He raised an eyebrow. "You want pictures?" "I want memories." I winked as i pulled back the curtain and we stepped inside. The booth was cramped and the smell of old film and cheap cologne filled the small space. Wesley sat across from me, looking amused, his long legs barely fitting. "The flash is gonna be bright," he warned. But I didn't care. I leaned forward and kissed him. Not a soft quick kiss, but a hungry, desperate kiss that caught him off guard.

The kiss was the spark. The ensuing twenty-four hours were the conflagration. It began not as a fire, but as a tremor. A grainy, ten-second video, shot on a smartphone from the Met terrace, uploaded to a social media platform with the caption, “Ummm… did Clarkson Roberts just come out?? #BillionaireKiss #OceansGala.” For the first hour, it was a ripple in a very large pond, noticed mostly by the uploader’s friends and a few dedicated celebrity gossip forums.

And I’m not the only one who feels this bubbling sense of excitement. Jamie’s practically skipping along, shrieking with glee as she spots the kissing booth a few feet away through a parting in the crowd. Alix is sitting behind the booth, staring forward blankly, like the survivor of some harrowing war. He has what looks like red lipstick smeared on his cheek, and based on his traumatized expression, he’s already regretting agreeing to help out. An old man dressed as a sexy fairy godmother is leaning against the kissing booth, slapping down what appears to be a $50 note as Alix’s face clouds over in absolute horror.

I asked, my mind trying to push off the fog that had been cast by his kiss and remembering the conversation of last night, “Marcus, they.. at the kissing booth, the girl just kisses the boys on the cheek and that's it. It's not a mouth to mouth kiss.” He leaned back, his eyes fixed on mine. Then he looked at me like I had lost my mind. "Tell me you're joking," he muttered under his breath, his gaze shifting to the car's ceiling momentarily before focusing on me again. "Do you even realize what a kissing booth means in this international event? Not just in our territory, but with guests from all over the world? You would have bee

she whispered, barely audible. “This.” Kayla leaned in, her breath warm against Susan’s mouth, smelling of mint and something intoxicatingly feminine. Her lips, soft and full, pressed against Susan’s, a tentative exploration at first. Susan’s eyes fluttered shut, a silent surrender. Kayla’s kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, her tongue tracing the seam of Susan’s lips. Susan’s mouth parted on a soft moan, inviting the intrusion. Kayla’s tongue slipped inside.

We will not leave this club tonight; well, I won't leave until I tell her what a big jerk I have been. After drying myself and leaving her a little gift in her bag, I make my way back to the table where a somewhat shocked Mason is staring at me far too awkwardly, “Boss, did you seriously just kiss that Heather girl.” “Yes, in fact, I did. Now, do you have a problem with that?” Next thing comes Cassandra walking out of the dressing room, and Mason’s jaw drops, “Wait, what the fuck is going on here. Was that…?” He is trying to do the math in his head but yet fails to come to a conclusion, or at least that is what I thought. But yes, I do wish that I can punch him in the face as he speaks, “Is

“You’re damn sexy, babe. You know it?” “Uh-huh?” “Uh-huh.” They kissed again. Denzel squeezed her breast underneath the light gown she wore. Kate smiled and they continued to kiss. He pulled down the left arm of her gown and kissed her exposed shoulder. “You’re damn gorgeous. I love you, Kate.” “I love you, Denzel Hobbs.” He took out her breast and fondled it. Kate moaned. “You like it?” “Yeah.”

#Xavia Lockhart and Keith Burton Kissing in the bath! Upon clicking the headline, it revealed an image of a bare-chested Keith holding ‘Xavia’ in his arms and giving her a kiss…! The beautiful woman only had a bikini on, and her side profile looked extremely enticing…! ‘My god! To think such prim and proper people would have such a lustful side!’ ‘As they say, you only show one side of you to the public!’ ‘These two were truly meant for each other! They’re practically married now!’