Last Kiss Book Novels & Stories

⸻ ”…before the Fourth Kiss. End of Chapter 13

"Yes I do allow you ... I love you " With that they connected their lips , securing the moment in a blissful kiss..... THE END! _________________________________ The book ends here ⊂⁠(⁠◉⁠‿⁠◉⁠)⁠つ ser feliz 🌹

CHAPTER 29: A Soft Kiss Francesca’s Pov I tried to feel hate. I tried to remember the initials on the file. I tried to remember my parents but it was hard when he was holding me. I felt small and safe in his arms. It was embarrassing how much I liked being close to him. It was a terrible feeling. “I am not yours to claim,” I whispered, trying to sound tough. He leaned his head down, his lips almost touching my ear. His breath was warm.

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.

I sat on the couch, the proposal video Walter made playing in the background, the pastries I had bought beside me. The pastries I once savored then left a bland taste in my mouth. Perhaps my tastes changed. It was not just the pastries I had lost my taste for. Walter had gone radio silent. I tossed my phone on the coffee table and started to pack up my stuff. It was already midnight. I was about to officially run out of patience, ready to use up the last of my so-called 'forgiveness cards.' Just then, my phone buzzed—it was Walter. "Melissa, are you asleep? Don't wait up. I've got stuff to handle, and I won't make it home tonight.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

She cast a sly glance at me and held the book very close to her chest. “Do you know what this is?” “No, your Utmost Prosperity.” “It is the most important book you’ll possess till you die…that’s what it is.” Slowly, she held the book with her right hand and suddenly flung it at my chest. In a twinkle of an eye, a purple puff of smoke enveloped my abdomen, while the book disappeared immediately. Soon, I began to feel a strange force inside my chest, as if my lungs were frozen. My breathing became slightly laboured, while my gaze remained on her Utmost Prosperity, as if she’d hypnotised me.

As soon as he's out the door, her hell begins. "Do I look nice, hon?" Klarisse gave a little twirl as Kendra looks at her. She had her hair done for today, made sure to wear the right amount of perfume and make up to accentuate her already beautiful face. She wears that LV dress she bought the other day, feeling the need to a dress up for her husband's homecoming. He has been away for two months now for a business trip in Hongkong. And she terribly missed him, she will make sure that he won't let her go after tonight's dinner.