Kissing Note Novels & Stories

She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier. “It’s not something like that,” he corrected her immediately before she could think of a deeper meaning of the kiss. “He’s just thankful, and he paid back through a kiss.” “People don’t do that when they’re thankful. It occurs to people who are close to each other. But when it’s about Yric, I think he likes you.” She even pointed her finger and drew a heart shape in the air that only annoyed him more. “Do you know that you’re not helping?”

And with that, she kissed him—soft, teasing, the sound of their laughter blending with the faint buzz of another headline notification popping up on her phone: “#Kelvanessa — The Romance That’s Taking Over The Internet.”

“Kisses” It was Manolo. I recognized that writing when I saw it. overflowed with emotions, I reached out to the note and kissed it right back. I had butterflies and I took pictures of all the shoes, bags and clothes. It was a kind gesture I vowed never to forget in a lifetime. Manolo knew the way to my heart and never took a shortcut.

The stench of blood and terror clung to the air. I went to the first man, the weaker one, the one whose whimpers had filled the room for the past two days. He did not glance at me. Coward! With dramatic caution, I leaned forward, my lips grazing his cheek as I kissed him. Then another on the other cheek. And then one on his forehead. A blessing. A farewell. I inhaled and took a step back, cocking my head to look at what I'd created. Red lipstick stained his sweaty, pale face.

His hands moved along my waistline before bringing me closer to himself. "Noelle." I stretched forth my hand. Linda's initial happiness faded into the heavens. Leaving her all gloomy and broken. She tugged at his trousers, but he didn't flinch, taking my hand and placing a kiss on it. As much as it was disgusting, I knew I had succeeded in the first phase. A kiss of vengeance was the rite of passage, and he had just given it to me on a silver platter.

It never was. Our kiss meant so much more.

Anna said "Shut up dude, you're going to freak her out" Dawney said hitting her on the head. Zenith forced a smile on her face. "And who do we have here; if it isn't Dawney" a girl from nearby says. Zenith looks at her, noticing how beautiful and fully developed she is in the right places. The girl walks up to them, giving Dawney a kiss on the cheeks. "And who is this " the girl said walking up to Zenith.

She nods. It's just a bouquet, Ryan, you don't have to be such a jerk. Maybe they were sent by a simple friend or family member. I take the note from my pocket. Will she notice the missing note? I open the small envelope. Thank you for the lovely night. It was a pleasure to enjoy your company. I'm looking forward to seeing you again. I won't forget your promise. See you very soon. J.K.

She found the note on her kitchen counter, written in Rafael's distinctive handwriting on a piece of her own stationary. *Had to leave early for a meeting. Last night was a mistake. It can't happen again. - R* Natalia stared at the note for a long time, feeling something cold and sharp settle in her chest. A mistake. Again. Just like the kiss at the gala, just like every moment of tenderness he'd ever shown her.

Anna gathered two and two together. “Since when hot millionaire bachelors are waking up in your bed?” I heard Stacy’s voice, figuring out they are together. “No! He is not here. I will have to call you when I reach him,” I responded awkwardly, but a white note in the shape of a heart picked my attention. I approached the coffee table and picked it up. It was a blank paper from my notebook in English literature, but he cut it to create the romantic form. Hastily, I read it, forgetting that I am on the phone.