Kissing Pumpkin Novels & Stories

I didn't move. “I like it… but pumpkin is better,” I teased. He moved closer until our faces were two cm away. “Mon cœur,” he muttered. I rolled my eyes. “Pumpkin…” “Mon cœur,” he said, his voice a soft whisper. I opened my mouth to protest, but he smashed his lips into mine holding me to keep me from falling. “You… the fuck… the fucking eggs, Owen,” I stuttered pushing him away, but he didn't leave. “The eggs are burning,” I muttered.

When she was done catching her breath, she pulled away gently, staring down shyly. “You came so well, pumpkin.” Isadora giggled softly as the word pumpkin echoed so loudly in her ear. A new name for her? It felt surreal. Alessio stared and admired the beauty of her silence before raising his fingers to her lips. “Here…” he urged, nudging gently at her hand. Isadora stared down at her nose, her lips twitching while the scent of her own juice filled her nostrils. “Taste yourself, pumpkin. Taste yourself.” Her gaze lingered on his before dropping on his fingers, which were still on her lips.

Hilda let out a moan when their lips touched and then locked her hands on his neck like a koala clinging onto a tree. Kissing passionately with breathe huffing in their mouth, Nathan picked Hilda up and placed her on the bed carefully. Trailing his lips down her neck, shoulder, down to her navel and anywhere he could think of memorizing every bit of her body. Tugging on the waist of her pants, Nathan called out in between heavy breathe. "Pumpkin..." A groan escaped her lips which made Nathan lost his mind. The feeling was so intense and hot that Nathan couldn't control himself anymore.

"I did give you everything." "No," Katerina said. She moved with precision and fury and heartbreak. "I gave myself to you. And I'm taking it back." She landed a devastating blow. Dimitri went down to one knee. He looked up at her and laughed. Actually laughed. "You still don't understand. You can never escape me. I'm in your bones. I'm in every breath. I own you." "You did," Katerina said. Her voice was hollow. Final. "But she doesn't. And that's enough."

Cece asks her. “No, I took the day off. Aunt Cece, you missed my birthday last week.” “I know, Flower, I’m sorry. I had a show to host. But I’m sure Mummy and Daddy passed along my gift?” Lilly nods rapidly. “I really liked the dress!” A dress from Cece Louvel. Of course she liked it. This suddenly feels too intimate. Too… familial. My eyes drop to the ground. I shouldn’t feel anything. Roland and I aren’t a real couple. But hearing Lilly refer to “Daddy” and seeing Debbie here—beautiful, unreadable Debbie—creates a sharp twist in my chest.

He growled before taking my lips. We showered, We had dinner, We fucked, We slept...his cock inside me...told me he was warming his cock. We fucked again by midnight into the early hours of the morning. I woke up, and met his eyes on mine, on my face. "Good morning," I murmured. He didn't reply immediately...he kissed me first before saying, "Morning Pumpkin." "Why do you like to do that?" "Do what?" He responded with a question. "Kiss me every morning. I might have bad breath."

she grinned jumping out of the bed. “I have to take a shower, my body reeks of kisses.” Before she could make it to the bathroom I gripped her by the waist. “Not so fast pumpkin, I should at least give you a real kiss to make your body truly reek.” I yanked her hair forward and slam my lips on her soft pink lips. “Zayn." She whisper-hissed against my skin when I squeezed on her breast. “We are running late for breakfast. They will be waiting for us.”

The vines of the pumpkins were plunged deep into the black sludge. "Watch," Martha said. She picked up a rock and threw it into the sludge. The black goo rippled, trying to form a spike to defend itself. But the pumpkin vines reacted faster. They tightened. SQUELCH. The vines pulsed. We saw a bulge of black liquid being sucked up the green stem, traveling into the pumpkin. Inside the pumpkin, a faint, muffled scream echoed. Then, the pumpkin glowed. Not with sunlight. It digested the black sludge and turned it

He blinks at me, and I see him take a discreet sniff of the air. My heart nearly crawls into my mouth at the sight. “I—We have—We have a special of the day, th—the Halloween Pumpkin Frappe.” My hand is gripping the knife so tightly, the blade slices my skin. The scent of my blood is thick in the air now, and the Alpha studies me, frowning. I’m going to hyperventilate. I know I am.

“Say it one more time, pumpkin,” His teeth gripped my nipple and his hands thrust even faster into my kitty. My fingers roamed the back of his head as my lips parted, a moan escaping. “Oh Waylen…yes…” I cried out. He moved his lips from my nipples to my mouth, capturing my lips with need and inhaling my essence. He sighed and kissed my forehead, his fingers slipping out of me. “I’m afraid I’m going to torture you, pumpkin,” “Huh?” My forehead creased in a frown.