Last Kiss Book Novels & Stories

a feeling of relief Ah, the relief of finally being back in this country. Of course, to this city. relieved to finally be back home. Marissa then took her cell phone from her bag, which was an elegant French brand. The girl made a call to Dave. There was a ringing tone for a few seconds before it finally picked up. Dave's baritone voice filled Marissa's ears. "Hello," said Dave. Marissa was silent for a moment. He had not heard Dave's voice in a long time. The man she still loves to this day Even though she was once unfaithful, Marissa later tried to be loyal, which Dave misunderstood.

"At this point, everything is a trap." Carefully, Liam pulled the book from the shelf. Nothing happened. He opened it. Inside... The pages had been cut away. Hidden in the center was a small brass key. Emma gasped. "Another key." Liam picked it up. Unlike the silver key they had found earlier, this one was engraved with a single word. Truth. Before either of them could examine it further... The lights suddenly went out. Complete darkness swallowed the room. Emma instinctively moved closer to Liam.

*Flashback Off "Regret always comes last!" "God..." "I love him so much!" ~Next Chapter~ ________________ ___________________

We kiss like it’s the last time because it is. The world around us disappears. All that exists is this moment, this ache, this bittersweet farewell. Our bodies press close, and I can feel his heartbeat pounding in sync with mine. It’s a rhythm of desperation, of longing, of love that refuses to die even in the face of everything falling apart. He trails his fingers down my back, pulling me closer, as if trying to memorize this moment. Our breaths mingle, hot and ragged, as we surrender to the final intimacy we can give each other.

Still, it's not the time yet, worse very soon, my love. I could not stay any longer, but this was enough to endure a few more days. While I put my plan into action, I walked away, and before I close the door, I turned my head to see her one last time, "I love you, Larissa," I said as I walked away from her. ******************************************************************** Author's Note: I am very grateful to all of you for giving my book a chance; please leave your comments on what you think of the story, what you thought of the decisions of the characters, don't forget to leave your rating (the little stars) to my book.

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

He looked at me and without warning; he smashed his lips against mine. Sealing his promise of us against the world… **The End** ————————————- Thank you all for finishing my book 😊 if you like it you can check my second book “the alpha’s long lost sigma” I am sure you’ll enjoy it 💐

We sealed it with another kiss. And nothing was ever the same again. THE END OF BOOK TWO

Then she had watched her fiancé put a bullet through a man's skull and smile while the blood spread across the marble floor. The memory came without warning, as it always did. One moment she was counting beats and correcting posture and being the patient instructor these wealthy widows paid her to be. The next moment she was back in that hallway at the Lagos Charity Ball, the smell of jasmine and champagne and gunpowder thick in her throat. The man in the dark suit falling backward, his eyes wide with surprise—not pain, not fear, just pure, naked surprise, as if he could not quite believe that this was how his story ended. Emeka lowering the gun, his smile never wavering. Turning to her and

I smiled sincerely and turned away from the prison. After seeing Vivian for the last time, I would never need to see her again in this life. She would disappear from my world forever. And my world would finally see the warmth of spring.