Last Kiss Book Novels & Stories

,” I whispered. Something broke in his expression. Relief and hunger and something that looked terrifyingly like more than lust. “Thank god.” He kissed me like he was drowning. Like I was air. I kissed him back with everything I had, because this was it. The last time. Then we’d go back to being strangers who shared a secret we’d take to our graves. He walked me backward toward the bed, never breaking the kiss, his hands working the zipper of my dress. The fabric pooled at my feet and I stood before him in just my underwear—strapless bra, lace panties chosen this morning because some masochistic part of me hoped this might happen. “Jesus, Lena.” His voice was wrecked. “Look at you.” “Your tu

She asked, and the pathetic side of me, who had been pining over her for years, was screaming in the back of my mind that I just needed one last kiss from her for me to finally get my closure. “I haven’t figured it out yet myself.” The words seemed to suck the air out of her, and I took a deep breath as I thought back to the last time we were in a hotel room together. She hadn’t hated me back then, but she did now. I knew if I got one last kiss from her, it wouldn’t be like before, and I would get my closure that what used to be between us would never be again. “Don’t do this to me, Ben,” Haven whispered, and I was stunned that she hadn’t backed away. From the moment I walked into the room,

"But I won't let you die for a machine." I knelt beside him one last time, pulling his battered head into my lap. The proximity was a terminal fire, a desperate collision of sweat, blood, and the final embers of our "Sync." "Too close. Too dangerous," I thought, my breath hitching as I pressed my lips against his. The kiss tasted of salt and iron—a slow, bruising exploration that was our only way of saying goodbye.

Written on the cover in his handwriting: The Book of Us. Pages within stuffed with small memories: The first time we kissed The day he met Miranda A drawing she made of us holding hands A wilted wedding aisle flower that was crushed A scribble: "Page 200 will be for when we are old and laugh at how afraid we used to be." I cried. Then we kissed until we couldn't catch our breath. --- Our last night, we were wrapped around each other, the ocean singing in the distance. Raymond kissed my temple. "Ready to go home?"

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.