Kissing Scars Novels & Stories

I saw him smiled and stared away shyly I love you; he said staring at me I stared at his eyes and smiled I love you too; I said shyly He stared at me sweetly I didnt even know when we moved our lips closer to each other Our lips met and we kissed passionately He bit my lips so sweetly He is really a good kisser; I thought We kissed for a very long time He caress my body so sweetly Suddenly, we heard a sound of footstep and someone coughed We quickly unlocked from the kiss OMG! Such a mood spoiler.... . T.B.C

Right after the words left Vanessa's mouth, Scott shoved her hard and snapped, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Caught off guard, Vanessa stumbled backward and scraped her arm against the edge of a cheap table, leaving a bloody gash. I panickedly lunged forward to catch her, but my hands passed straight through her body. I still wasn't used to being dead, even after two years. Jordan burst into loud, terrified wails, but no one came forward to comfort him. Both Scott and Devin were too busy fussing over Nicole.

CHAPTER 35: The Hard Reminder Francesca’s Pov My face was still burning. I walked fast down the long hall. I locked the door to my bedroom hard, i put my back against the wood. I tried to slow my breathing. It did not work. The kiss was a mistake. It was a bad mistake, i told myself that. I kept telling myself that he is the enemy and that he is the killer, he is the one who took my parents but his story. His story was sad, he was only a fifteen years old boy. That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil.

His lips found the curve of her throat, trailing down with reverence, not haste. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. She nodded. "I need to feel something that isn't pain." He undressed her slowly, carefully unveiling every inch of her skin like a prayer. She kissed the scars on his chest; he kissed the onee etched into her heart. She signed in pleasure as he took her bosom in his mouth. She opened to him like a flower and he made love to her. When they came together, it was more than passion. It was reclamation. A vow that despite all they had endured, they were still standing. Still together.

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

It was Maddie. My eyes were glued to that small window. Maddie was kissing some surfer dude. She was sitting on his lap, and her bare thighs were rubbing against him. He slid his hands under her shirt and in one swift move, her shirt was flying off to the floor. She let out a soft moan and tipped her head back as he started kissing her neck. With one hand, he unhooked her bra, and she let it fall to the ground. The guy moved to bury his face between her breasts, and she arched herself closer to him, still a moaning mess. He started kissing her breasts, and that was when I lost it. I couldn’t watch anymore.

But he doesn't pull away, doesn't try to stop me as I map the raised edges of the scar with a feather-light caress. Emboldened by his stillness, I lean in and press my lips to the puckered flesh, my eyes fluttering closed as I breathe in the scent of him. It's a barely-there touch, the ghost of a kiss, but I pour every ounce of tenderness and acceptance I possess into that fleeting contact. I need him to know that these scars, these marks of his suffering, don't diminish him in my eyes. That they could never make him any less beautiful. When I finally pull back, Nickolas turns to face me, his expression raw and vulnerable in a way I've never seen before. His eyes search mine, dark and fathom

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

I am too young that time. I closed my eyes tightly when I suddenly step forward towards Mr. Woods and kiss him. It was just a fast and a swift kiss. I immediately step back and stared at him. He is looking at me eyes widened. His lips parted while staring at me. "Goodnight, I will get inside already. Bye." I uttered nervously and left him there. What the hell did you do, Kellah Fazandra?????