Kissing Shooting Novels & Stories

Will the bride and groom kiss each other? "Huh?" Victoria looked at Henry in shock. "I don't have a problem." I said, drawing her attention to myself. I kissed her lips as she turned back to me. She moaned in my mouth as I brushed my lips over her. I touched my heart as my heart was beating so fast that my heart was just thudding in my ears. I pulled myself out as soon as the clicking sounds of the camera echoed in my ears. "Alright, today our shoot ends here!" Henry yelled out.

I looked at Sebastian one last time. Then I raised the dagger high — so everyone could see. The whole courtyard held its breath. And I slammed the blade down. Right into the ground beside Sebastian’s knee. The sound rang out through the stone. “No,” I said softly. Gasps filled the air. The crowd shifted. Shock rippled around us.

Losing his whole family in such a manner of disgrace. Malcolm and his mom made a full recovery. So did all the other victims of the shooting. Guess who finally got a girlfriend, Chris. When he moved out, he met a girl who leaves next door from his apartment. They moved in together a few months after making it official with each other. I hope there is a wedding coming soon. "What are you thinking about? The little guy is already sleeping" Cole pulled me out of my thoughts, gave Ajani a kiss and then kissed me.

They should not bully me now that I had trampled their top one student's pride. Isa gave me a ridiculous glare. "You still don't know why Rogie kissed you in that same spot you're sitting at?" My face turned ashen at her question. Yeah. My mind remembered the time when Rogie entered the classroom and kissed me while our classmates watched me struggling under his tight grip. They did not bother to stop that weird guy from murdering my lips. My cheeks blushed and I looked away. "Let's not start talking about that now," I said.

With a sudden, fierce motion, she pulled him down and crushed her lips to his in a breathless, deeply passionate kiss. The ballroom erupted. A blinding storm of paparazzi flashes illuminated the room as a collective, thunderous gasp rose from the crowd. The touch of his mouth was a violent shockwave, her fingers tangling in the thick hair at the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss. For a fraction of a second, Kasen's muscles went rigid with surprise. But then, his raw, protective instincts broke free. His large hands came up, wrapping around her bare waist, pulling her flush against his chest as he returned the kiss with a desperate, burning heat.

“You don’t love me. You love control.” His thumb brushed her hand, his gaze burning into her. “And yet, when I kiss you, your body betrays you.” Her breath caught. Rage tangled with shame. “That doesn’t mean anything.” Dante stepped closer, pressing her back against the railing, his voice a whisper at her lips. “It means everything.” Then he kissed her. Not ritual. Not warning. This kiss was hungry, desperate—his claim written in fire and silk. His mouth devoured hers, dragging her into a storm she couldn’t escape.

He emphasized the last part and Terra looked at him with water brimming down her eyes. He cupped her face, caressing her face and using his thumb to clean her eyes. “You're so beautiful.” He commented as he leaned in closer about to attach his lips to hers and unbeknownst to them, their friends were watching from the table and taking videos rooting from them. “Come on, Ross.” Chandler encouraged recording them and Jeremy from his seat also muttered the same. And right before their lips touched, they heard a gunshot from outside making all the guests scream and duck down. The sound of another gunshot fired boomed again and a loud scream followed after.

He ordered and she smiled, she stood on her toes and kissed him, he held her waist and deepen the kiss. A bullet suddenly pierced into the glass window and it broke into pieces.

I could smell his cologne—something expensive and subtle that made me want to lean in closer. “Perfect!” The photographer raised his camera. “Now kiss her. Make it look natural.” I stiffened. Nick’s fingers brushed my cheek, turning my face toward his. “Okay?” he whispered. Instead of answering, I lifted my chin. His lips met mine, soft at first, almost hesitant. Then something changed. Nick’s arm tightened around my waist as he deepened the kiss, and suddenly I couldn’t remember we had an audience. The camera clicked rapidly. Everyone turned to whisper to each other.