Kissing Skulls Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ma’am… ma’am.” The voice keeps poking at the edges of my dream, irritating and sharp—completely out of place because I’m busy imagining Tairan, my new fictional obsession, doing absolutely unholy things to me in a forest made of neon lights and by unholy I mean burning my palms with melting wax and using the fire to melt it again after it solidifies, yeah he's the psycho in my book that I'm in love with. But back to the topic. No one calls him “ma’am,” so obviously something is wrong in this universe.

His kiss sent a bolt of hunger through me so strong, I wasn't sure I could survive it. The all consuming thought of having him naked spurred my fingers to the hem of his shirt. He only paused long enough from his kisses to pull it over his head before greedily finding my mouth again. I arched into him, wanting bare skin to skin but tolerating having just my hands on him for the moment. His skin was smooth and hot under my fingers. The ridges of old scars flowed into the strength and firmness of his muscles. Just touching him was a drug and I couldn't get enough. Neither could he.

The contrast was startling and wonderful, making me ache to take him completely inside me. I nibbled my way along his jawline, feeling his shoulders flex beneath my fingers, a small moan of want escaping his perfect lips. I kissed his Adam's apple, down the the strong curve of his collarbone, down to one hard, erect nipple. He groaned slightly, tangling his fingers in my hair as I took it in my mouth. It was rock solid from the cold, and I could only imagine the pleasure my hot mouth was sending through him as I flicked it with my tongue.

It'll only embarrass us! "What do you know? How dare you insult my work—" Larissa couldn't be bothered to listen to her bitching. So, she walked up to the box and kicked it, turning the mildly damaged specimen into a broken pile of bones. "My specimen!" the senior screeched. "How dare you?" Larissa scoffed coldly, "The skull has 29 bones, but you couldn't even get that right and made a skull with 30 bones. What do you think you're making, an alien skeleton?"

I smiled. "It's beautiful." I turned around and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "I'm glad you like it. I found it last month, when I was walking and clearing my head and trying to stay calm." "Is it because of those skulls men?" "Yeah, it bothers me a lot that they're still out there free." He sighed. "What if they're dead? I mean a lot can happen in five years." I told him. "They're not, they sent me a package with a pig head and a note that said, 'this will be your head if you rat us out, and maybe your little sister's too'."

But I encouraged myself to believe and think that I was ending their lives to end their sorrows, pain, and never-ending problems they were facing and about to face. So, the crime has begun. The next morning, I kept staring and scrolling at my phone, logging into all my social media accounts to check if the news about the ten humans I kissed last night already reached the media. And my instinct was proven right. "Ten bodies found dead with no wounds, bruises, or any lethal weapons around them," I muttered to myself while reading what was written on the news. "However, a few witnessed and reported that someone kissed them and turned dead in just a matter of seconds."

Cori “The women do not leave your sight,” Dax said to Skull for the fifth time. The poor man had no idea what he was walking into. Skull was somewhere in his forties with a beard full of white hair. His old lady was a hair stylist though Skull was bald like Duke and didn’t need her services. He’d stuck with Dax when Dax took over the club. I’d never mistaken the cuddly bear for anything other than what he was. Killers R Us would hire him.

"I'm afraid deary, it won't be as simple as me spitting and pissing in a bowl this time. We'll need the eye of a –" Isis was cut off by a cloaked figure I almost forgot was with us. "Eye of a Zombie, the teeth of a Banshee, virgin's blood, and the flame of a dragon." the bone man grinned. "I'm Major Skully, at your service madam," he took his top hat off and bowed. "I'm Hazel and this is–" "Irena," he whispered as he took in Isis' appearance. "Well, I know Irena is dead, but you look so much like her."

She hisses as I stroke her, and Maria arches into my touch. With one swift move, I lift her as she wraps her legs around my hips. The floorboards creak under our weight, heightening the moment's intensity. I lean in to kiss her again, our bodies pressed so close I can feel every beat of her heart against my chest. We fall onto the bed, and our limbs entwine as we laugh. She raises up on her elbow as I lie on my back. Her fingers drift over the tattoo on my chest—a skull with roses twined around it, symbolizing a love that defies death.

"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.